Investigation is no one to protect
The procses now some mocking advertisement.
In ideal welfare state
Do you believe in fate?
A million symbols cross the line;
Choose your religion to get high.
Try to bleach my walls with pain...
Up spires tall, official hall,
Running on the edge the court of law
Cold the night - and you resist,
I'll read your rights,
I am your priest.
Profiler
© Copyright: Натаниель Йорк, 2019
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