Philosophy Of Fuel Oil

PREFACE:

This book is collection of poems, but that’s not on the first place.

Firstly, there are my reflection and philosophy. You can disagree, but you should admit…

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Good morning, my wonderful world

How can I said this powerful words?

How can I feel that pain again?

Pain of lies and pain of gain..

Pain of truth is incredibly fool

How can you tell that it’s probably cool?

Don’t talk no more, be that father of it

That want to be sure that the people admit

BLACK MATTER’S KINGDOM

You’re not a good belly to carry the time

Burden of dirty awaits in his mind

It’s not educator, and it’s not in my mind

That worm in the dark, which is eating your rises

Rises of nothing, rises of it

The biggest, the painless old fairy bleed meat

It’s our fault that we try to be bad

We don’t try at all, my devil is glad..

PHILOSOPHY OF FUEL OIL (P. 2)

Who is here? Who are you? And what you need?

Want a meal? Of our fears? Or want a bleed?

Don’t be so greedy, give them blessing

Your marvellous ave is always chasing

Why it is? You don’t have enough?

Enough of gluttony and lies in the bath?

It’s our fame, this is nothing at all

It’s our name, dirt, which named “lore”

BEAUTIFUL GLUTTONY

How do you feel after doing a bad?

Doing something that make you feel dead

You don’t feel nothing, I know that you are

Judas won’t scold you, and why not to lie?

Lie to yourself and your gluttony ascent

But that’s staying long, you don’t really felt

It’s all just too simple, but take off your mind

Try to feel badly, don’t lie on your grind

REFLECTION OF PLEBEIANS

You wake up in rise of your personal fear

Fear of be cool, that’s not really near

Fear of lies that is probably your composition

It is too simple, why you named it delicious?

You are slave of your gluttony and insatiable love

Love of your worms which is cutting you off

Hear me, it’s voice of wingless angel in sins

Rider of death, love and personal feels..

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I mired in mine melancholy

And them things don’t really falling

I just want to talk, say all these words

To feel my inspire and cut all the mud

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t really falls

They try to be good in glasses of cult

Cult of meaningless novels

And that feel is really near

With monstrously appetite eat poems

It’s here, metamorphosed greedy bear

ЛИРИЧЕСКОЕ ОТСУТПЛЕНИЕ

Возможно, одного лирического отступления будет не досточно. Я считаю, что эта книга может иметь их и с десяток (непосредственно из-за читателей). Но я постараюсь выложить все сразу и на месте, хорошо?

Каждый из нас является философом. Самым настоящим. Мы все имеем собственное мировоззрение, свой собственный взгляд на мир. Каждый из нас в этом уникален (как и в других вещах), но что же отделяет простого человека от профессионального мыслителя? Кто-то основывает свое