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LOGOS, izvorul (VI) de Daniel Turcea o, blindete cum vii lin, ca o lacrima luminind tu nu mai osindesti, tu invii si cine n-ar vrea sa se intoarca nevinovat dintre faptele sale ? Citeste Poezie completa | |||||
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LUCACI FLORENTIN - BLUE HEART - DISASTER ZONE
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Vezi toate poeziile din albumul Lucaci Florentin
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No one has ever succeeded To take photo a beautiful jewel Authentic and will not succeed Using UHD 6K will still be wrong A big heart of a blue diamond Is impossible to keep her in house But you can marry her for long Keep it like a flower in a vase You care buy a car model base And then you give money for gasoline You know will be hard but easy online In leasing you have it at least once Be proud of the whole world dance Your now blue life commence Not pink as before take a glance You re upset man I see you dead Now you do not see me anymore At the church the nose is in amoled You thought at android and core About my father what else to say I am Jesus my mouth is cold In your head the sins explode I see you from heaven every day You have become small depressing man You are fat you have a drunkard figure A character of nothing zero anvergure Puerile incompetent and is too late Wake you up from your nightmare Be performant to play at the dam Do not accept your own life jam You live in the country run by psychopaths Not by state brave men just by rats Not by incorruptibles and erudites Not by geniuses or by professionals You are a wooden wheel in the system You are a rotten chain I m afraid a stem Which they can dispense any moment Null psychopaths driving your country I gave you the Blue Heart out of the sky That you can use to buy the whole world More precious more expensive than gold You can punish torturers and thieves Counterfighters and idiot fake criminals Those who judge shrewdly as lawyers With fake proofs and odious securists With protocols and corrupt policemen You can punish politicians well paid Who explains it is not good live straight And not live life in wealthy or even to die To enrole in the army and be cannon meat Go to other countries to work like a shit You can punish prosecutors for mistakes Not only worship me and upload prayers To other gods and creatures enlightened To escape your country of psychopaths Jesus my name is Blue Heart fear of rats You had come in us and our lives rise You gave me children you gave me wife So depressed how you see me this life Sometimes I feel go into the grave no lie I make you GoD a secret engagement How long I will live on this blue earth I am starting to apply your holy word Even today I swear this on my sword Well ok my brave Blue Heart come on Hurry is late May take your commitment You will dance and I will sing by whistle No human ax tails hired with corn powder We fly again Blue Heart to the big disaster Look down at the prosecutors school Then we are also flying to judges pool We would land on the quidditch site For handcuffs matches applied polite Then we go straight into the lead office I must confess I do not like it in practice Jesus and Blue Heart we are waiting for you One more month one year plus sorry Hell what the hell I did do not worry I reformed from zero the prosecutors school I am not doing gossip prosecutors anymore More studies now are four years quite cool Ready with 2 years incompetent or more Ready with peasants and torturers kids Ready with X and 0 tests and profans Now they learn advanced forensics Weapons guns munition physical ballistic After 4 years we send them in field artistic They do not stay in offices a little briskness To bronze a little to the skin avoid illness With police not to rank files as a zen We teach them not to pretend robin hood Even if many still have a head of wood We teach them stop lies and torturing Enlighten law and justice no harassing Stop believe all they are the justice kings And that they are like judges magistrates To know they respond for their mistakes Criminal proceedings in criminal justice Professionally at the wounded mother council They go in jail and I have a premonition still That after the recent parliamentary elections They promised them half of their pensions Jesus is fine now what we do for light ? Can we get this country out of blight That s good he s my Blue Heart delegate He will be your boss in this work not late I descend again from heaven after 4 years Not find one file unworked or classified With incompetent ordonances terrified Not even accused people on false evidences From silly incompetence or lying testimonies Corridors in justice that brings death And secret illegal security protocols I look forward these demands to bless In 4 years new prosecutors but I confess If they will be the same I abolish this mess Then I go to the cop of the country high badges And I teach him to work directly with the judges All forget that the prosecutors have ever been Let s fly again now Blue Heart don t stay At the polytechnic they are on wrong way Your country has no longer good engineers They all left or the faculties are made ashes Sure you do not make just dum dum buletts This was a famous prodigious university A world bastion of science and technicity The best math and the olympic physics They dreamed a golden future for six years Blue Heart ready now we meet the rector Who once was a scientist not a director Or the country s best physicist or The best mathematical professor Now rector I hear you have president At the polytechnic council a chemist The one with politics and the eternal minister With four Facebook friends and made disaster No photo at profile sad face kind of communist GoD but rector what s on your mind ? You don t make engineers tell you kind I see parents and graduates hardly crying Doctorates and masters without covering Engineer diplomas that not profess Who always regrets and confesses That did not learn anything more than six years That are categorized incompetents by farmers Students say they only learned squares And rectangles and expired theories That there is no physics mathematics Three thousand girls are admitted in Many who actually hate engineering And only do it to show their dresses The heels of 15 cm and stupidness Singing filthy manele and GoD bless No one will hire anymore the graduates The engineer diplomas are on the walls I also have sure and dark premonitions Engineers are stupid as prosecutors in justice Here you design all the processes wrong slice Magistrates convicted from innocent defendants You make from non technical people engineers They from the criminals and thieves good guys You are right your holy Jesus forgiveness And tell your father GoD up there in skies That I am a man like any Now I have nothing to say This is the fate of our dear beautiful country To get her in disaster with bellicose policies No one wants to learn anymore in reality All quick graduate and then only speeches But holy one who s sir with you I see good He is gonna tell you himself head of wood Rector I am Blue Heart I see you speechless We were roommates and knocking you chess When say you won I made you checkmates You ate for free in canteen and did donkeys I was Olympic on country in Year 2 and First What have you done with this country of ours? I see it now as a monkey through the windows How she twist then he plunges How she imitates man then rolls How she does all outside idiocy Makes our life cruel bitter and grey Let s go Jesus I m sick of it I m disgust by myself I vomit Let s fly back in our skies Blue Heart We shall come back in mode smart LUCACI FLORENTIN POETRY AND ARTWORK GRANDMASTER COPYRIGHT 2019 |
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