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I am writing the club
On the sheets of iron heated to +500.
The handle smokes and the fingers are burning,
But I'm hungry - I hurry to catch!

Every one's chance under the fake marsh,
Let the legs work, beating the hearts.
It's not entirely afraid to die in the networks of Babylon -
Bear afraid to the end.

So, I am a suicide one, my Camera Urban,
And then everywhere eyes. System, bitch-fox.
Sansar will drag on forever, but I'm not a bitch-fox!

Take me again, birthday.
Without love, one excitement remains.
Conscience petrifies as a dinosaur.
X * r put on people and go on the smell.

Only, fresh meat.
Once I was killed, lost.
Hello, you are ordinary -
You do not raise money on the rhymes!

But something in me says:
"Inside the parasite you infecting you!"
ON * UY FOR PROFITION You're, I will make
Shab these heads in the rhythm of the beast!

Look!
Be a witness, how to fly across bits.
Who is competent.
Authoritatively you will pierce this light!

One legend!
As competitors we knocked down, you are so ridiculous.
On camera with Ponta. Their battles are retro.
It's time to pick coins.