Again, regression, and money news,
And everything and everyone under pressure,
And money makes the sail,
Each boat masters
And swims away where he wants,
And as long as there is strength,
They are like the leaves of autumn always chasing the wind,
Who straining who easily
The vagaries of Mother Nature,
Looking for land to cling, and find peace,
I promised them over,
And the money is put pressure on the brain,
And make your heart beat,
Body clamped in a vise,
Over time, it will expand the claws press
And contrary to the laws of fall out,
Thereby creating new laws,
And their freedom from all, and from all
Disobeying them to be, and so it is easier,
Themis Hand put them to rest,
From the system to close the clutches of the grave.
the clutches of the grave
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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