Timofey Polubomg Poems

(Church of Pain?)

Cult of Sword.
Believe in Spear.
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Communism is lie.
Capitalism is bad.
Am pretty, old
And sadly-fat.
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Wind of Change -
Wind of Blood.
Wind of Freedom -
Wind of Stars.
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Boy love girl.
Butcher love meat.
Dancer
Dance all night
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London is the Capital of Great Britain.
I need wine - wine save rhythm.
My life is game. My card Jack of Glassblade.
Poetry my style. My magic. My fate.
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Everything simply.
Woman is beautiful.
Man is strong.
Many people
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My luck is my destiny.
My eyes is greygreen.
My witch is my queen.
My life is my win.
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Black water,
Poison food.
I live in DownCity.
I lumberman in Wood.
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The Spring
In my
Lost house.
Eternal
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My Eclipse and my Pain
In your
So beauty
Darkblue eyes.
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