mrscyanide

Trieciet mani lejā,

Grūdiet pret zemi,

Es nesagrūšu.

Es iztēlošu sev nāvi

Un atkal augšup celšu

-it visu, kas samīdīts tapa-

Es celšu ar sevi,

Man tikai jāsaplūst-

Ar zemi, ar zemi.

11-10-2005

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