Among the vastness of all galaxies, Earth and sky latitude, The Garden of Gethsemane is a pain in the ass, Suffering, sorrow, selfishness. To grimace in the face of the Lord: - My Father, carry the cup! Smell Me, smell me today! I will accept everything, like Ti Dasi! Oh, what a terrible loneliness! Oh, how unbearable is selflessness!.. Cold month high, And just a prayer on my lips. Sleep, scientists. Pray to Messiah. Sabaoth is seen from the sky. What the hell is Maria thinking? And on the side of Jesus is blood. Singingly, I am until the last days I won’t forget it until the end Sinivska torments and blessings, This night is a secret. And three of them sleep. Axis-axis of light. The valley is already in full swing... I clicked early on the sufferers, Squeeze the cup to the bottom. 2020 r.
