Pseudo world of pseudo people,
their dreams thrown away stench in corner,
unwanted and rotten.

Dead poet seeking escape, he gets bored of world,
vinegar donate just to god,
unwanted and rotten.

Drown in the freezing point,
twisted in the pseudo world,
there is no escape.

Humankind diktats its own destruction.

Pseudo world of pseudo people,
unwanted and...

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grietusha  10. 7. 2009 21:06
pri slove corner mi poskočilo srdce
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yolis  10. 7. 2009 21:13
@grietusha :
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