Be carefully
when you have dealed or communicated with world,
overfilled with trytory, corrupt and decaying.
You are lived among 'deads' plying as living,
dansing with corpuses and vampiers souls,
your everyday path run, crossed and interspersed
with unnumerous ways, traps, deadlocks,
mastered by thievs, robbers, bandits and cleptocrates.
Especially afrade
our unchangablle presidents, depyties and their stakeholders and supporters.
They were all sqillfulled
for kill you, drowse
and weep aut your name
from short list of eternity.
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