Die you all, my enemies, <br /> all who hate me, <br /> who date to kill, <br /> but only fate <br /> will celebrate <br /> my day of the end. <br /> Ok, it will be late, <br /> too late <br /> to think about my mate <br /> because his pate <br /> like usual plate was smashing… <br /> It was so great, <br /> t’was really great <br /> without dream’s dashing. <br /> But now I grate my teeth <br /> I know it’s life’s crashing… <br /> You think you rate this stuff, <br /> oh yeah, it is ok, <br /> just sate your paunch, <br /> devastate plate, <br /> because you’ll see <br /> when fate <br /> will celebrate! <br /> <br />(in memory of lost father)<br /><br />alex andreev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fate-2/
