Ode to the mind Bashny.Net

< Felix Komarov



Oh, my god quirky,
You snakes, I created a.
I was caressing, storing, attracting
Ghost Road.
You Ouroboros multicipital.
From the face of your thoughts scales.
You quietly whisper: does not seek,
Thee I correct me on the right.
Your teeth, your eyes, your tail
gremuchiy- My pillar and bulwark.
Yes, you are a rapist and swallowed,
But I do not know the proportion of the best.
You will die - and I die
. With you, we are inseparable.
And because all the arrows past,
But the shadows ruled the morning.
When the sun is at twelve,
That you are not a god, but the shadow of the track.
You, and was not, and no
And there is no one to fight with you.