I saw a raven fly in the sky.
It reflected in my enemies eyes.
We looked to each other's face:
There was no one eхcept us in the space.
We stood on the dusty street,
Our dispute almost complete.
Only one will stay alive
When tower clock strikes five.
He was pulling out his gun,
He always used to be number one.
Мy bullet wiped his smile,
Death with arms is shooters life style.
I come always to judge and to punish,
Evil is my goal to vanish,
Run or hide you will still die,
If I saw flying raven in sky.
Ворон
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