Poems - In one of the issues of heresy I saw...

                                        
 in one of the heresy rooms I saw..
no, not the demiurge of Ash :) I saw poetry
some looker, and they abounded
they use the words “you”, “you”, “your”, etc.
considering the content of the poems, I perceived
them as a personal insult and decided
reply to this looker.                
                                        
 I declare: this text is an attack on
looker in particular and on dt^ns^2002 in
in general (if anyone doesn’t notice this, then
just know :)                           
                                        
 if anyone knows who looker is
and what is dt^ns^2002, please
report :)                             
                                        
                                        
  Looker^DT^NS'2oo2                     
                                        
>you look into the sky                 
>the victim was not there for a long time                   
                                        
you can see the trash heap from the window,                  
and, moreover, through glass.               
and not knowing this is a shame!              
You, my friend, are absolutely awesome :)              
>the wind is blowing outside,                 
>quiet rustling of leaves;                   
>you, noticing in the sandbox,               
>call the baby over.                     
                                        
baby is in his second decade,                  
and in his hands is a bucket.                    
exactly you, furry friend,              
nothing other than tavo :)                   
                                        
>he, seeing two flowers,              
>runs up, delighted...                
>quietly falls without a kidney                  
>he's on the damp ground.                     
                                        
- there, on a flower branch              
sprouts slowly...                    
                                        
>you hide your smile                   
>poorly constrained laugh                
>you shove a still warm corpse                
>into a prepared bag.                 
                                        
and at the bottom of the bag there is a hole,                  
the baby ran away, hooray :)                    
and a bucket for you as a gift                 
between the legs in a big way - on! :)            
                                        
>smell of flesh, smell of mintpiglets walking nearby :)                 
                                        
>the cross is rotten with human blood,          
>need to change soon                   
>you, sensing the will of the flesh,                 
>you start to devour.....                
                                        
you warmed up in the sun..              
nothing other than tavo :)                   
                                        
                                        

                                       
>fucked floors                      
>makes you cry.                  
>are you crying behind a brick wall?     
>breathe brighter                             
>suction.                                 
                                        
only in gloomy silence                 
I see a star in the sky.                   
and you, if you want to fuck,              
go to hell then :)                 
                                        
>dreamed of drinking a bubble of pain?             
>imagine that you are Christ? -        
>slam that fucking fat hole;         
>shut the fuck up                            
I dreamed of a bubbledrink                  
vodka. and have a snack.                      
I didn’t imagine myself as Christ.            
but I sent you to hell :)               
                                        
>would you like to cling to beauty? -        
>put a plug in your nose                  
>cut off your shit with fragments of the world,     
>roll in shit                      
>suction.                                 
                                        
of those who cling to beauty,         
no one asked you.                  
your thoughts are not the same;                       
go to hell, you moron :)