23 сент. 2018 г., 12:47
BURN.
You got to burn it to the ground
and leave no single evidence of its existance.
To ashes turn it, spread it in the world of man
with ruthless passion and fanatic's persistence.
Rooted it,
and make the tree of life a withered stench,
so noone ever have to feel it.
Believe in nothing, nothing's on the bench,
the hatred grows inside, release it.
Survive.
The boundaries were set for its commitment. ...
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