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Yes, I know what I happen severe,
As I to cry eyes I force.
As I spit in soul that who to me is dear,
Those to whom, I so do not suffice.
As I am at times ruthless,
As my heart to an another's ear deafly.
I there is nothing I do not hope,
I know, how would be silly.
To think of me it is better,
Sometimes I happen such, most it is opposite.
Disgustingly malicious, haughty,
I shall vulgarize any high feeling.
I to any vermin, would exemplify,
How, it is possible to be such reptile?
Worse to find not probably,
Kind in a mirror a physiognomy of the impudent person.
I do not understand as in general it is possible,
To think of me it is better.
Think of me better,
Let it will be a lie.
I shall know, that you think so,
And, can be I shall become really better.
Sometimes I happen, especially scenic,
Ready on all in achievement of the purpose.
Smiling insensitively and methodically,
To kill, the one whom I see in a sight.
But, I shall be always fair,
And the right the truth, without them even is better.
If, we shall be together,
To us not when it will not be boring.
I promise it to you.
I shall tear the soul to cover your shoulders,
Having turned out inside out that to you was softer.
I shall make everything, all that to you was easier,
If I shall see suddenly, that you cry.
I shall incur on hands, closing from a wind,
I shall warm you a fiery body.
Not reflecting, I shall look in eyes of death,
If you will want, that I have made it.
Think of me better,
Let it will be a lie.
I shall know, that you think so,
And, can be I shall become really better.
