Forgiving the defects of another one makes You assimilate them 1 Another step of you Make youself from human parts Bleeding meat under decay Crying about forgiveness Taking parts of their brains Cutting off -with scissors- hearts Dont think about your soul It won't be yours at the end anyway 2 Territory conquest Have no time to choose Bleeding parts of body Agony hand's moves Take what's on a surface Weakness you can see What is easier and is Easer to tear away Reff Take what you can operate Take another dead end Take defective part of flesh That's not hidden deeply 3 Now the pulps on your skin Make your shape complete Flesh golem flesh mountain From leprosory morgue You are what you was to be Perfect social pit Saliva Blood and skin Warmness in a chest out Build youself from sins From the strength of weakness What you can take for a drop To run down faster From the social resist Strength which easy to squeeeze! Forgive!!!! And Assimilate!

Хорошо. Дэтово. Но имхо слишком построено на шаблонах а-ля "филосовский дет".

Хорошо. На Death похоже. Однако, на английском проще сочинять. Готов поспорить, что будь этот текст написан по-русски, выглядел бы полной херней :))

рифма-то хромает сильно. или это так и надо?

Так надо.

Кстати, Лок-Тар, как там гениальная композа? Те ее уже полгода пишешь...