being plain and being tough
just alone and stuck to budget
roughly pleased by f*cking staff
pleading knees to certain gadgets
wrongly banned from being saint
I forget of praying any
stupid cults and start to paint
to reveal the world of many
overnight with gloomy rocks
hiding bitches under clothing
they will pray for L and cocks
I will watch them nudely posing
leaving world and passing by
not accepting rules and morals
cutting arms I'm just told \"fight\"
that is scaring, such as orals
well, forget it. take the sword
hurt the world, go on amused
see, that freedom's just the word
for the nothing left to lose

да... вот так. я опять стал писать стихи, но какие...