Dear friends, dear guys,
Here is the story of Mr. Lies:
It was a rainy day, with black birds,
You would be frighten, and smell dead,
With a white suit, with a warmly walk,
He came through me, said: let's have talk
"Vlad" is here
DEAR FRIEND! Have no fear!
His speeches can stop you even from die,
But you rather not believe it, all are lie
Far from this place and this world,
You will be moved just by his word
Just the clear fake and clear attacks.
You will get sad, you better stay back
He is just a lire,
And should he put out our fire?
He teaches the die, he is the MASTER of Devil
All the devilkin are at the mercy of him, specially Evil
I heard from him, " ((...i like them…)) "
Never ever forget his name, Vladimir Lem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem