Trophy

Дата и время публикации: 28.04.2026, 12:16:16

Сертификат Поэзия.ру: серия 4154 № 195683

Small talk makes you feel you did not fit

In the world that keeps the one delete.

Listen to their pure, smart revolt:

They grew up in the rear graveyard old.

Keep tradition, stay on every lore.

Ancestors are watching you from the globe.

Must you spy you have to do their will.

You were born to stand in their still.

Baby, you don't fit in there.

You're like nightmares in the well.

Ghosts have nourished you

When you were a sibling frail,

Then came the immaculate They.

Told you they have rights to take your life,

'Cause they have the money to survive.

Rule you to forget your precious bones,

To the mine for getting their course.

You have to run, you have no other tools.

Break their brakes, they have gilded for the fools.

Don't cast your look backwards.

Don't be yourself.

They pegged you on their trophy shelf

Сертификат Поэзия.ру: серия 4154 № 195683 от 28.04.2026

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