On the very cold page
Of the April conclusions
Turned out from memories
As rose’s dried bloom
On the windy wet coast
Of vampire infusions
You remembered my self
Running vain in the woods
Oh, the glorious!
Not victorious
Praising self in songs furious
Praising band entertaining them
Dancing head goes ahead of them
What a stake for misguiding ghosts!
What you take – not forever stored
What you take – temporary, hey
What’s left then, for what sake?
Writing the history,
Writing the future?
Tell, how many people
Recall A. Vespucci?
And if any
Then what do they say?
Achievements and medals –
Still, for what sake?
Prizes, awards
Will be gone and forgotten
And if you own freedom –
Why you’re living in Gotham?
Shall prepare for the Answer
When you come back from earth
Better save yourself now
Save you for better times
Both accountable you –
You and jinn, God **** ghost
But the life that you lived –
Is it good deeds or crimes?
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 5:32 PM UTC
On the very cold page
Of the April conclusions
Turned out from memories
As rose’s dried bloom
On the windy wet coast
Of vampire infusions
You remembered my self
Running vain in the woods
Oh, the glorious!
Not victorious
Praising self in songs furious
Praising band entertaining them
Dancing head goes ahead of them
What a stake for misguiding ghosts!
What you take – not forever stored
What you take – temporary, hey
What’s left then, for what sake?
Writing the history,
Writing the future?
Tell, how many people
Recall A. Vespucci?
And if any
Then what do they say?
Achievements and medals –
Still, for what sake?
Prizes, awards
Will be gone and forgotten
And if you own freedom –
Why you’re living in Gotham?
Shall prepare for the Answer
When you come back from earth
Better save yourself now
Save you for better times
Both accountable you –
You and jinn, God **** ghost
But the life that you lived –
Is it good deeds or crimes?
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