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She named evil

She named evil

You think you know she thirty years
And you are crazy from her love
You think you can continue forever
When you and she are young

But she is evil! She takes you money
She takes much anything she knows
She calling sweetly you ‘My honey’
Your live is bad, because

Because you are stupid boy, entrusted all you mind
To human, that is using you
Feelings and any of kind
Of her love – it is not for you

She named evil!
And you did your contract
With signature of little blood
If you wont fight, you will forever
Dream about something good

(C) ZonD80

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To Kosova

I can’t be tired any more.
And russian army looking for
My soul, my mind
And nothing is allright.
I can not pass exam by three
And feel myself so pretty free.
Nobody can me normal teach,
So she is fucking leech.

She already fucked my brain.
And I feel so highest pain
When I think about she had done for me.
So put me three!
Or quickly die.
I’m already full of lie
To my parents, teachers and, of course, my friends.
I gave four tails up for now
And I’m not imaging how
I will close my current session.
I offered thousands for you.
Nobody will know nightmare truth.
But you denied, so you are fucking bitch.

(C) ZonD80