None of my unpaid debts
You leave, why leave
My soul and conscience?... Libra
"Was not," in the throes of a sacrament.
Under the lights of a bevy of insects
His death will be greeted involuntarily.
They were going to burst in flames
In search of the sweet captivity.
They are doomed, You doomed them,
Like me...we are all puppets for the sky.
My many sins list
I leave, and for what??? It is not necessary.
Not fallen down, let it collect dust,
The sun - God and the fire icon.
Don't take life, the last effort
Pray for them...Hear me, Madonna!
Tell Him - hold me, - without wings
However, you fall, you fly only for the rest of my life...
And their defense, no Meryl:
With sin come into the world, or out of love?
The soul, however, in rags, or in renewal,
Where Golgotha is, there is Babylon.
Life is a brief moment, so small,
Like a flash shower in search of warmth.
