I realized it only today:
How I belaboured you, when demanded
Total obedience to the pen,
readiness of the bright hall.
Actually, who am I to you, why
there was violent rapture?
If I come to senses, then no one
You should obey, just Almighty
Could have exposed power over you
And finish off the verdict.
But coincided the healthy suit
With super-crazy odium.
After such pressing, release the press?
And to allow freedom?
God, my request to you once again!
Do it for Your sake reason!
No I'm cruel, in the Great Lent
I give you no freedom.
God will directly take our Height,
Bringing Time closer to Genus.
Only because the Great Lent is Time
For whipping of oneself,
Bouquets of roses - instead of tasks
But ... God will watch the thread.
Belaboured
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