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Ultimatum "On the album"

[Verse]

An empty apartment, anxious breath,
Dim light illuminates the figure of the creator
Cold binds his hands
Obsessed muse, was deprived of reason
Time flew by, the work was in full swing
Ink and blank sheet of paper, it was filled with ideas
The flame was burning, he knew that all was not in vain
Burning in it and only it was important
Hastily, the fragile thread of thoughts without losing
Page after page of the slave principles
Event Staging capital last
Like around him, leaving the sheath
Memories came to life picture of soot
And the ashes lived and acquired experience
Finding refuge in his later lines
Lying side by side with the realities of living alone
Weekdays poet without epithets and farce
Driven by his contemporaries for the right to interpret
In the appendage is not in circulation, but entirely in creativity
Alone with him, so the night went without a break
But now the dawn is near, bringing the final touches,
To consign to oblivion the poet puts an end to the first
Rays of the sun, before it chapter of his life,
They are more than the right to be recognized