To Free Ones
One who's saying he's the king of Earth
Shall decline and give the end to birth
Of murder and victims and hell of _this_ world,
Don't live if you let die, your land has been sold.
And one who's now in will later regret
He let the things go so out of his head.
The clock of a history starts to speed up,
Don't live if you are not fitting this gap.
And don't pretend you are meaning that much
Until in the end you've gotten this touch.
Don't listen to others, don't listen to me,
Don't let wash your brains, then you'll be free.
email@example.com (Ilya Palopezhentsev)