"Love, just do not see" He kept saying to me Every Sunday morning The spider in the window Angel in the water The old man takes the poison And now a widow all the rules will "So, tell me - I'm in front of you" She loved to repeat No more, no, not a word On the ceiling of the face of Judas Devil in my bed I'm pretty sure there will be no Easter So I'll just wait in his own head. Like screaming, but as if the silence Living off my nightmares I echo the voices "Do you feel threatened? We reflect your hopes and fears " Voice, that I have the right to discuss "Others steal your thoughts They are not limited Outside of your mind " Thought disorder Managing the dream Now they read my mind and on the radio But where to find me Kushchi Paradise? I am very happy I'm all depressed Sex - is death, and death - is sex Speak my crucifixion Like screaming, but as if the silence Living off my nightmares Voices that defend my soul "Obedience Savior put On his knees in front of you " Voices that reject "Others steal your thoughts They are not limited Outside of your mind " "I do not want to be here, because he suffered from the disease. Only love is cherished. Only love matters. Love all people par " "You should know who you are dealing, because as a stranger, he could pass here with weapons ... and then what would you do? " "All - unimportant" "And you know that reality - not essential?" "It's not true ..." I kneel Staring at the wall Like a spider in the window I'm sorry that I do not have the language Is there a fantasy in the shelter? Or God - a politician? Do I have to be obedient to the religion? These demons in my head, do not stop talking I lay in bed I swear, my skin is twisted inside out Just another Sunday morning See my blog of newspapers We seem to have lost the truth in quicksand It is a shame that no one respects prayers Because these voices in my head Keep talking ... "Love, just do not look" "Open the Word when you're thinking" Open and closed I misinterpreted disease "Being ridiculed and suppressed You continue to be a fun spectacle Enough for us to stay " Maybe I Cassandra fleeting The symbol of the twentieth century's bleeding Willing to take a chance of salvation To escape from the conclusion of I have a witness redemption I listened to you, but I have not heard Can you relieve me of my secrets? Take us out of the darkness? I echo the voices "Do you feel threatened? We reflect your hopes and fears " Voice, that I have the right to discuss Do not wait for your Messiah This boom in the world that you want to Figment of imagination
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