I am find corpse of young Beautiful sweet girl But she was not virgin Her soul haven't rest I decided to help Give her better My instruments is not sterile But I had done its good! Postmortal Hymenoplastics It is necessity in grave You became more assured You became more sexuality I present you new hymen Glaze of your eyes Keeps sign of...Learn More

When abundance end Luxury disappear Cites become deserted Walls become black People become pine like wither plants They take roots in trash and filth Sun lights become not enough Clouds become covered sky Corpses become appear on streets No one to bury them Stench become everywhere Becomе no significance to something At that time appеars new...Learn More