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The attachment of the spirit to any particular place, piece of land - a sign of moral inferiority. Than one inch of land is better than another for high spirit?! Isn't he knows that his soul will be connected with those whom he loves, even if their bones and will be separated?!

Question: Spirits who have been forgotten, and the graves that nobody visits, whether they come there despite this, and do they feel a regret that no one remembered?
Response: What meaning can have earthly Affairs?! They are attracted to you only a heart affection. And if there is no love, no more anything that you could bind the spirit: the whole universe is his.

Question: the Day of remembrance of the dead, performed for the spirits of solemnity? Are they to meet those who come to pray over their remains?
Answer: Spirits come to call a thought this day like every other.

Wishing to take revenge should dig two graves. To whom revenge and himself. Revenge is actually a woman is not good, it is better not to get involved.
Telling the truth, you risk being branded a fool, because you have no higher education or degree level. Well, know and be silent, win the mind set around, like fireflies, they all know but are silent, shining in all, try. With the last of his strength, and hang in there.

Sometimes the man kills his own skill.

Look, the soldier is your youth,
Near the soldiers ' graves are the sons.
So what do you think, old soldier?
Or heart aches, or wounds burning.

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No matter how burdened the spirit of b
other hardship, the works eh
from the cradle to the grave,
however, this only gives him
the opportunity to accumulate
for climbing never-ending strength.
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Although each in its own way,
and let have some
and of human merit,
past and present,
in a sense, mirror
are for each other.
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The mind and heart of his
hardly ever achieve
we will be able full consent,
and with it enlightenment,
when resolution not having
today's conflict
"stupid" belief and "research it"
Outlook.

Is there a father who would want to torture your baby with stomach cramps undeserved, unmerited anguish of teething, and then the mumps, measles, scarlet fever and thousands of other torture, invented for innocent little creatures? And then, from youth to the grave, would torment him countless desyatitysyachnye penalties for any violation of the law, both intentional and accidental? With a fine sarcasm we ennoble God with the title of father - and yet we know perfectly well that, getting us into the hands of the father in his spirit, we would be immediately hanged him.

And post-its and expensive tombs, and the blue sky, and lovely woman! How can live be what you love-they'll be? - sadly exclaimed Alyosha. - With such a hell in your chest and in the head how is this possible?

- You shouldn't come out of their graves.
- After the battle you give up? What happens if I kill the champion?
Yes. I obey.

I'm a werewolf! Werewolf! And all of you: you're a beast, you're the man! I'm not a man and not a beast, both in me sit and will sit before the grave! Two on my skin, and I didnt reset!

Sword and shield, bone and steel, rictus grin,
Deaf forever to the battles din,
Deaf forever to the battles din,
Deaf forever stone deaf forever.
Mother earth, mother earth
enfold you in her cold embrace.
Sinking down, killing ground,
worm crawling on your cold white face.
Win or lose, nought to choose,
all men are equal when their memory fades.
No one knows, friends or foes,
if Valhalla lies beyond the grave...




The sword and shield, bone and steel, fangs,
Deaf forever in the DIN of battle,
Deaf forever in the DIN of battle,
Deaf forever, deaf forever frozen.
Mother earth, mother earth
Takes you in its cold embrace.
Fall to the bottom, the deadly land,
Worm crawling on your cold, pale face.
Win or lose, nothing to choose,
All men are equal when their memory fades.
No one knows neither friends nor enemies,
If Valhalla lies beyond the grave...

We printed gameslove,
DeMasi cowardly in the shadows.
Like rhodium, wearing shackles,
Prisoners counting the days.
Impressed by the vane conformal
Fan of the wide leg.
When leaving, don't forget your muzzle
Dear citizen.
Conducting calibration of the brain
We made up tightly in the pen.
Therapy is just,
And the customer is satisfied.
Reflection a playful glare
Went out on the Windows of the houses...
We posses discs faceless.
We - tomb of the great minds.

The grave is in very poor condition: they are strangled by weeds, deprived the last piece of marble and all fences, which only managed to pull off. Strangely, when the graves are so overgrown and neglected, the people in them are really dead...