Torsions
Dead infection
Seized in claws of unmerciful torsions you're shocked,
look around, splattered culture by bile from stomach,
lost souls are going for a walk to a land of ugliness,
god is absent, his salvation is powerless.
look around, splattered culture by bile from stomach,
lost souls are going for a walk to a land of ugliness,
god is absent, his salvation is powerless.
Look at yourself, you are in vomits, it's a beautiful view,
yellow mixture on your mouth embelishes you,
dignity, appearance are full of sympathy,
it's a fragment of your life, and of your pride.
Torsions-secret of life,
vomits-secret of pride.
Your organism repeats regurgitation,
organs of digestion excrete bad smell.
In the blood mood identity dies,
torsions are increasing, the last remains of vomits.
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