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Vertebrae Flute

My way
Was always paved
With good intentions.
But tail
Of fairy tale
Is terrible chanson..

I tried to lead my mind,
To be mentally blind,
When every night I see dreams made of steel,
When everyone around is prey of flu,
When every wind sounds like the leather whips
But still
My vertebrae flute
Weeps!

The audience has calmed down.
And, up on stage, I tempted
To make the things undone
Or scream Van Houten ad.

I hang upon the echo,
Just to confirm my entity.
I wish to leave a record
Not by my wasted blood.

I stare against the glasses
Of this half-empty hall.
I have no point, nor axis,
Nor lev'r to move the Earth.

Moans about phariseism
Are oft, if not at all,
Martello Tower case.
Truth's silent from the birth.

Decaying
Lame-brains claim
That dead can dance.
Again
This game came
To bitter end soon..

I tried to lead my mind,
To be mentally blind,
When all my efforts only help to steal,
When all my deeds only gone to flue,
When on the little screens are hordes of heeps,
And still
My vertebrae flute
Weeps!


зы: как всегда, жду и всячески приветствую
замечания по орфографии, синтаксису и прочему (: