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Fairy tales were told with care —
A sacred meaning lingers there.
They tried to warn us, tried to shield
From those who sleep and will not yield.
But we were deaf to every word,
And now we serve the hidden herd —
The ones who lurk in darkest night,
Beyond the reach of any light.
Our hearts are stone, our souls are bound
By thinnest chains that wrap around.
To break free, we must learn to live —
Not blindly take what others give,
Not trust each voice that claims to know:
"People, wake — I'll show the road."
Kindle your hearts, let them burn bright
To light the path through endless night.
People, the time has come to see —
To open truth's eyes, to be free,
To live honestly in this world —
A world from war at last unfurled. by @theteodorthegrau

It's unknown whether the track will be released, but I really want it to be. At the very least, I'll record a video with these lyrics. Wait.

City of dirty angels knows how to surprise,
Built on the edge of opposing sides.
Even the pure ones here wear a mask,
Turning lives into a fairytale too dark to ask.
Choose your pill — the red one or the blue,
But the choice will bring a dilemma new.
Stay clean — you're an outcast, that's your fate,
Get covered in dirt — welcome home, don't be late.
Dark streets hide surprises you can't foresee,
And every second one plays a parody.
Truman Show or real life on the ground?
Choose: street grime or the bohemian crown.
Strangers smile at you so polite and sweet,
But behind your back, they'll clip your wings in defeat.
You'll never know what's waiting down the line —
A state allowance or a missionary shrine.
City of dirty angels knows how to surprise,
But better not to know what the surprise implies.
Mainstream star or adult-stream actor on the screen —
Choose your mask and pill, choose your scene.
So you won't have to perform your life
For the bohemian crowd, under the knife.

#rappoetry,
#ilikeLosAgeles
#GlobalHipHop
#recommendation
#forHip_HopLA by @theteodorthegrau

#happybrithday
#recommendation
#topcontent
#chellenge
#волгоград

Hi everyone. It's my birthday today, and I want to publish this post not for likes, comments, or recognition, but simply to fulfill a little dream of mine. Yes, I have a lot of friends and acquaintances, but for some reason I feel lonely on my birthday, and as I get older (I'm 31 today, by the way), it's becoming harder for me to celebrate. I have a dream of seeing Instagram reach; maybe some world-class or Russian celebrity will see this post, whether it's in the adult industry, music, film, or show business in general. I'm just curious if anyone famous or celebrated will read this post. Although, to be honest, a reaction would be a nice bonus... I hope there's goodness somewhere in the world. by @theteodorthegrau

#poetry
#soul
#recommendation
#world_recommendation
#mylive

With each beat, it grows quieter.
A measured, drawn-out sound is heard
and the soul still demands higher
but the last knock fades from fear.

He locks himself in the apartment.
and opens the window wide open
life before and after like a dotted line
he's still waiting, at least for someone...

An hour or two of silence in the air
his heart beats silently after another
he believes that someone in the world will be found...
who will hear the sound of a fallen body. by @theteodorthegrau

by @theteodorthegrau

#larp_game
#larp
чуть чуть меня с ролевой игры by @theteodorthegrau

#my_bro

Experience has shown that you can only truly let your guard down and act silly with those who would lay down their lives for you and take your secrets to the grave; with everyone else, it’s just fun and games.

опыт показал. Дурачится можно только с теми, кто отдаст за тебя жизнь и унесет секреты в могилу. с остальными это просто веселье. by @theteodorthegrau

#poetry
#No_war
Rise Up to Defend the Soldier

Rise up to defend the soldier,
rise up to defend the land.
Remember, after walking through endless horror,
where war has laid men in the sand.

Where useless blood kept pouring,
where death followed every stride —
the soldier didn't even blink
when the one who fed him died.

Listen, people of the earth,
listen, children of the world —
to the voices of those who fell in the dirt,
to the weeping of her who always fed the world.

So groans the great mother, the land,
so groans she who loved, who flies —
she remembers she was given away by a hand,
and oblivion became her grave, her skies.

But bullets whistle, ripping all meaning apart,
bullets fly through the fog and the blast —
to where my pure thoughts still start,
where fairy tales are painted, not with money, but with art.

Rise up to defend the soldier,
rise up, people of the earth.
We must honor those who sleep in the cold earth —
before the living join them in the dirt. by @theteodorthegrau

#workweek by @theteodorthegrau

by @theteodorthegrau

#poetry

#recommendations.

Scarecrow, scarecrow, why do you rise beneath the full moon's light?
Scarecrow, scarecrow, whose soul will you take into the night?
Evil scarecrow, why do you frighten, twisting the paths through the cornfields wide?
Evil scarecrow, where do you wander — and why don't your empty eyes light up inside?

Midnight has fallen across the old furrows — but the evil scarecrow is nowhere to be seen.
Scarecrow, scarecrow, where is your lost soul among the cornfields, pale and keen?
Why did the torches burn through the darkness, like the souls of the wicked and mean?

Forgive me, my dear little scarecrow — I couldn't keep you safe from the flame.
Worse than a demon, the townsfolk ordered: burn my dear scarecrow — burn its name.
Who now will guard the pastures from greed, from treachery, from vile men's lies?
You were the truest here, my scarecrow.
Where do I turn now, to find protection, among people like these?

Пугало, пугало, зачем ты встаёшь под полною луной?
Пугало, пугало, чего ты хочешь? Чью душу заберёшь сейчас с собой?
Злобное пугало, зачем пугаешь, путаешь тропы в кукурузных полях?
Злобное пугало, где ты гуляешь? Отчего же твои глаза не горят?

Полночь легла над старой пашнею — только злого пугала не видать.
Пугало, пугало, где душа твоя заблудшая средь кукурузных полей?
Отчего всю ночь горели факелы — так же, как души противных людей?

Ты прости меня, милое пугало, — не смогла тебя от беды уберечь.
Люди страшнее злобного демона приказали милое пугало сжечь.
Кто же теперь охраняет пастбища от коварства и алчности мерзких людей?
Самым честным здесь был ты, моё пугало.
Где теперь искать защиты у людей? by @theteodorthegrau

#selfie
Один день из жизни милашки толстяка
One Day in the Life of a Cute Chubby Guy by @theteodorthegrau