Forgive me, Beginner,
I'm worried, excited!
Just tell me that isn't late
Your Servants, the inner,
Have already tried it,
And they haven't seen the whole shade.
Remember the Skies and I do not fancy,
That the power of love is greater than yours,
It's better than the higher medicine
But citizens want only wars...
Forgive us, the Father, forgive our Story,
We are not so fond of bliss and the Rules.
The Skies became other, the Skies became blurry,
Forgive our miss, forgive, we are fools...
15.02.2017 (2:46)
(The Rules - the Holy Bible)
To God
© Copyright: Максим Митрофанов 2, 2017
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