three best poems:
They
he
on the abyss is looking for spell outch illusion as that of clouds trappy dissociation
escaping from my fleeting penalty!
greedily go!
any pain after crow seeking ulotnego flame like a dog
...
Lost out ...
My storm is rapidly fatal disaster
vulnerable vanishing in silence dies
it destroys your hunger after single shadows
failed as a human sees red shadow
we suffer the penalty!
sun after the dark...
Sick
declined as the storm Lapi Satan is only now
my cellar but now crying
helpless forgot about it
pressing on past burns crow
after which the blood of anyone burning helpless?
Do not force the penalty...