Little dots
Tie the knots
Feel, see, hear
Even when blood is shed
None shall interfere
From blindness and fear
Silence is such an easy pray
So an addiction to butterfly fame
Of faceless crowds squealing the name
The plague is playing an open game
Appeased by scared addicts
It is riding your way
Little dots
© Copyright: Мень Илья, 2013
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