Monday, September 14, 2015)

All said

Sickness comes like a mountain

Sickness is like a thread

I'm scared and annoyed by you

But you came to me without any interest

to your left

It's a poisonous snake that spits out a core

Your right

It's a bloody mouth

Your hands

Holding a round of Browning pistols

Your second thumb grips the trigger tightly

I will put away all the dregs and remnants of iniquity

But you hold them in my world

The day turns and the night turns

The night hangs upside down with dawn

You've got snakes and you're embarrassed

Everywhere in the wind and waves

I'm poisoned

Bruises

became an ant on a hot pan

The sun and moon are a sharp sword

They took over and shone on me

I have also become a sword

Mess up with your poisonous snakes

duel

Until you were cut by me without a trace

And your accomplices - vipers and embarrassments

or

I'm finally shot by you

Shoot into a squeeze

ashes

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