Don’t know this place, don’t know this men
But we’re already known.
Don’t let me love for pain again
And suffer to the bone.
I like your childish gentle face,
You looks like really girl,
Although you fails in knowledge base
I’ll gift you all my soul.
Oh schoolboy, nothing is unjust
Except your unconcern
For homosexuals, they must
Be tormented in mourn.
I’d have been trying to suborn
With antichristian stuff,
With violations of the warn,
With not allowed my love,
With footsie with the Nazi Reich,
With making of lampoons.
Just kiss my lips or even lie
With me and listen tunes
And I will take your pretty head,
I’ll drown in girlish hair,
I’ll take your small hand scar to pet,
I’ll suck for pleasure fair.
Night before 05/18/2011