Not getting a public rule in tact,
You can suffer.
You will find, isolate. It is a fact!
And try to recycle.
You can not become a normal.
You initially defined as a freak,
Any of your actions will be immoral.
Here come your turn to die.
They lead you down the corridor without light,
Tied your hands and eyes.
You have brought to the door with the stencil,
For which there is no escape for you.
Shot thundered -
Your body fell.
About wood panel,
Bullet pierced sting.
Dripping blood
Stream on the wall.
You will stay forever
In the network of cellars.
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06.12.2014
Express killing
© Copyright: Саня Мёртвый, 2014
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