MELT
Under pressure, he curls up in a snarl still lashing.
He contemplates what will happen tomorrow.
Who will show the real name of the beast of man to whom.
The council of heavenly deputies does not feel the climate very much.
Therefore, to hell with all sorts of legends.You have to live with the yoke somehow.
Whose jug of living water is running out, the ghosts are already humming songs of mourning.
Clad in snow, perhaps a grace is coming.
Or not.With the melt and so the bailiff will knock.And will take away one big everything and nothing.
Who does not fit such cards solitaire has faith like a thunderous Thor.
So it does not matter if you still know me.
Everything is a fairy tale.
ghost 2023
