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Wide spread legs on the desk is a man
He looks very miserable and doesn’t lift his eyelids,
His hands languish in his pockets with a shattered look in his eyes,
He only looks directly and wants to say something.

Without opening his eyes stroking through the eyelids and centuries,
Exactly as long days as life is short.
Indisputable dogmas, empty bodies and four walls,
How do we need a life that we do not need.

Why do dead poets always have sad, lively eyes,
Nobody listened to them when they tried to say
The fact that art is rotting amid artificial days,
because during abortion, particles of children are skillfully taken out.

Another heart stopped and Man fell,
He was hated by days and He escaped
And forever now lies His body, for lack of the right to rot,
even worms do not dare to touch what people cannot evaluate.