вот моё последнее творение(оно не закончено и мне не нравится... хотя я все стихи не считаю законченными и хорошими)
This nervius, killing world

It hadn't made for me
But why there is no another world?
Why life is one, why love save us?
Why heart is broken many times?
So why we can't be all the save...
Why can't we make another world?
Life like a heaven or like hell...
For all the men who live in fear
For whome the people wanna die
The world where loveis King of all
And freedom is his queen...
The world without cage and fantoms
Without cry of hate in us...