Like ground and sky,
Words of truth and lie,
The dusk and the sunshine
I can't reach you right now.
Like death-metal and blues,
Different pairs of shoes,
Like the red and the blue
Now I can't be with you.
You're in another place,
Flying right through the space,
Turning smile out of face,
Making only a glance.
I'm in ground and I'm dead,
What is watched - that's my head,
And my body. Afraid?
We can bet.
You don't know me, in whole,
And you didn't, I'm sure,
To subway you just moved,
I'm on my two.
Understand them... But how?
I can't stand people. Wow!
I can't stand you as mine,
Worse if not mine.
I can use every word
As my cold-steel sword,
And I'll cut you, we ought
To see God.
But we can't till we die,
If you know thoughts of mine,
Friend of mine, there is no God,
They lie.
There is no God
© Copyright: Воронин Павел, 2014
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