On the last flash of the world
I'll be standing by the grave
Thinking about how we sold
All the future days
How bloody capitalism
Ruined our lives and crushed the dreams
Whippings heard under the clouds
Forgotten names will give me creeps
I'll surrender to my fate
Too late for change then I would say
In the end of the Earth great
To other place we'll fly away
In The End
© Copyright: Василий Рубин, 2019
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