It was not true, the sky was pouring flood.
It was true and all around with tearing blood.
He was dying next to rusted royal region.
His father frozen the anguish to painful tragedy.
Maybe April light will exhaust.
His heart with its cruel.
Ray, removed his key to intuitive rude.
In this part of the story he was the one who
Dies, the only one, and he died in regretful
Prove Tsar’s emotion. He with Love, in fire and blood.
There are no time to farewell for Russia’s Tsar.
And we don't know Russia and the Russian Tsar
never did lie to each other.
(Because there’s history, and then there’s art, patterns rotate.)
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 12:58 AM UTC
It was not true, the sky was pouring flood.
It was true and all around with tearing blood.
He was dying next to rusted royal region.
His father frozen the anguish to painful tragedy.
Maybe April light will exhaust.
His heart with its cruel.
Ray, removed his key to intuitive rude.
In this part of the story he was the one who
Dies, the only one, and he died in regretful
Prove Tsar’s emotion. He with Love, in fire and blood.
There are no time to farewell for Russia’s Tsar.
And we don't know Russia and the Russian Tsar
never did lie to each other.
(Because there’s history, and then there’s art, patterns rotate.)
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