CORPSES CHRONICLE

Russia Car Killings

Just like state of limbo

no one wants the dream
in the pinnacle of life bliss
but crisscrossed by the awful
when forced with return to mother earth

Our desires was never in reality track
then act the ability to conquer
to give happiness to the deserves
like the toil of winners think-tank
the appetite of powers above normal

From the great festival of tears
the calm we are to forge ahead
it sets the pace like palms on plow
gloom the pains to cub feelings
when the marks remain visible

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