We want to stay under fool moon.
Then wait for death that coming soon.
Oh, God, create for us grave stones!
Let's go, you see The Rise of Bones.
You look for sky but there no stars.
You touch your face - how many scars!
Your time has come, common in grave!
No life, no death, no fear, no brave!
Grave stones
© Copyright: Алексей Астров, 2012
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