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3h
The mad Samsara wheel is turning,
Corrupting souls without a clue.
Crushed and torn, yet none are learning—
Fed with lies disguised as truth.

"Lessons gained," they chant, deceiving—
Hell is all they truly find.
Like lost children, left to grieving,
Thrown to wolves and raised to blind.


In Russian:

Колесование

Колесо Самсары психов
Закрутило: не поймут —
Колесуют Души лихо,
Но с три короба наврут

Про какой-то "опыт"... В Аде?!
Всё равно что поместить
Детей малых в зоосаде,
Где по волчьи станут выть...
Igor Vykhovanets
Written by
Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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