Sorry!
But I will never shake a hand,
To mr.Хуйлоs funs and friend.
For everyone that is now dead,
For all, who buries, and earthed in sand.
For every country, that lost daughters and sons…
I really hate Хуйло and his friends and fans.
I hope all is ended, and he is waited by hell.
And soon, he will be called by a black hellish bell.
And every circle of hell, from seventh for ninth,
Will load this creature in pains endless nights.
But anymore I hope… that the peace will return,
no war, no pain… and nobody will burn.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=553293
Рубрика: Громадянська лірика
дата надходження 20.01.2015
автор: Вадим Кравець