God is at the wall

Bіl narodzhennya. Not the canopies, but the people themselves. Where does this poetry begin? How it goes: from the cob. The main character (someone the heroine, there, there) of this poem came to this planet (there is only one possible, well-known, way to be born), or to know both of them and of the poor people - with everything that is m in power. That’s why it’s been a little tired, a little ruined, standing like a pinonarzhena, in the middle of the newspaper trash - it’s unknown what time those newspaper bars, what my writings and about what, preaching-tremtyach in front of the eyes, my lanzyuzhki DNA, reveal