Santa Devil was my Dad

and I loved him boundlessly and serenely,
I loved him, they didn’t, I didn’t know why,

my legs were hurting like crazy, I went limp joyfully
and celebrated a freaky ritual))
how glad I am for this circumstance

shame on you! you didn’t forget to say,
This is how the plan told us, it’s not born, but to drive out the Devil,
you won't succeed,

what an absurd scarecrow with t
he intention of only the creator,
 but no one else will take you
into the army of Christ’s tender army,

because you're a complete idiot,
 and shouldn't I know how the Devil is
in the bus? Why don't you dream?

drunk not in the morning and then
when I have nothing to moan about,
 nothing to see, the herring of reality
from you is cold,

but what does she know? Unable to love,
eat a moustache, and where?
oh, you are such a non)reverend beast,
and your losses make me sick, yes,
 I’m not a saint, but I don’t belong near
a hole in hell, and I’m not Orpheus,
and I have no right to the Devil,
 he won’t develop a new plague variant
 because he’s a saint and his life on his hind legs
to the smell of love does not raise a voice into the fog,
a marionette of silence, knows that
these are images and carefully wades around it,
while it’s too early for us to go to the fire,
we need other paybacks and
the growth of boots is not the best than
I can’t say anything I’m still t
his devil’s garden is not for us and not for
 the faint-hearted boots you are capricious
like the darkness of the lord of buildings
where you, sir, have already been carried away
on the threshold of doubts and the joy of living
I take you and make a horse out of you in you I
 distinguish it is not given and it’s not in vain that
I don’t give you a couple but soon it will all be like
a train in a kaleido_scope window
you stupidly stink of a hairbrush,
and about the money you’ll have to wait,
because I’m sorry - I just don’t have time and,
rightly so, from all points of view I know you,
 but with this _ we don’t think

we eat, we impudently stand on the sidelines
when they don’t offend us, I myself convinced us
 that we can’t find time in this humble tavern
and we don’t have time, it’s an illusion,
 the matrix of fun isn’t it somewhere
we’ll go to the cinema, one time or another,
 but on all sides, Hail Mary, Hail Mary,
he is born, he is not your child,
he is the Devil, he is looking for someone in


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