Заглавие: И-З-К-У-С-Т-В-О .
Предоставям на вашето внимание едно произведение на изкуството, чийто редове някой може би ще прочете за пореден път:
In the magic garden
Some were singing, some were dancing
While the midnight moon shone brightly overhead
The stars so gaily glistened
And the sphinx in silence listened
To the magician's tale of lives that he had led
Let the bells of freedom ring
Songs of love to friday's king
Let's all go to the magician's birthday
It's in the forest but not so far away
Much to do and so much to say
While we listened to the orchid orchestra play
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear magician
Happy birthday to you
Then at the dead of midnight
As we watched the dancing fire light
The air grew cold and seemed to dull the flame
The fire died, the music faded
Filled with fear of death we waited
For now we knew some evil was to blame...
I challenge you, I challenge you all
For all you own and all you know
And by all the powers of darkness
I will steal what is mine
Surrender now or face my spite
I grant you it may be Friday night
But did you know this day
Also numbers thirteen
First I give you fire
I turn your fire into a sleepy stream, yes
But now I give you nightmares
But from your horror I'll create a dream
You cannot fight me
for I have the sword of hate
But one thing you can't see:
my answer is simply
an impenetrable fortress of love.
The fear went as quickly as it came
The air was clear, the fire burned again
The flames leapt, the organ played
The swan sang to greet the day
And then we knew that
Love will find love.
Ехехех, туй не съм го писал аз, бре, ти кво направи
И недей да се кахъриш и да му мислиш къде "трябва" да бъде темата, просто се ОТДАЙ... напий се, напуши се, надрусай се, не дишай 10 минути (и умри) и просто се наслаждавай на ИСТИНСКОТО.
