Your shadow

incorrect bit in the middle... hate your shadow on the moon, reflecting pools, And your laughter screeching through the veins, the heart is Satan. Fear of losing your prayers, you are in a hearse crutch of faith. And your skin is drying time, as a portrait of Dorian. You are disgusting contempt for the living and the dead, singing songs, Lie down in your coffin, in the liquefaction of paradise. When you champs disgusting, drooling, and pour on the praise. I console myself in thinking that you do in hell! When you are disgusted by laziness, grumbling at his lot, Sailing with all the current, you have sold your fight! You traded your dream, the belly full of food, And the world with manure you raze, no traces of free commuters. His face temporary flesh, I give all the live fire And himself with lyuboyu, buried in the woods!