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Grotesques
5:05 4 0 11 лет
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You never measure your expressions Grotesques! Loathsome creatures. For you - brutal inquisition's pain, Your chest is misery's domain. And it is not curses, not wishes, That I'm not hiding in my soul, But immense, ferocities and suffering Wiping out the lout wihout a trace. To smash hypocrisy with baseness, To crash the dogma with a lie. Evolve scholasticism with vileness, That kills the potency of life. May you die futile in infamy, in dirt, Dragging down with you the world Created by a hundred dogmas Brutally sneered at all, that is real.