i never smile cause i'm Russian the cold weather i form into. i see no fear i'm a harden till that net time we meet. you have your weapons so do i. you don't need bullets to win only what we have to spill. i plan my attack when you men march threw the snow cover brush. you have no idea what will be coming to you when u step into my winter trap.
your bullets will fly but your never going to hit me only the surprise that will blow you across this battle field.  have you ever meet me the insane Russian full of mysteries. you cant escape what kinda war ill play.  the winter is my  advantage cause i'm living threw your battle you have planed you crazy jellies ****'s your plan is over when the snow shows you my war with no bullets or fire power just mind bending tricks that will slowly make you sink into insanity or make you lose every thing.

my war only has mind mental power not blood shed that you would bring to wipe out every thing to gain permanent power. every one in your path has been killed or piling up bleeding to death with your head making this world suffer with blood filling the snow covered woods that your forces have made. your only fear is being mind read your life is over when your paranoia starts tearing you down like a tree taking your power i'm going to end your life mentally with you driving your self to death.

my war has no fear no blood shed but a plan to follow my own orders to end this **** that lays between both of us.

i work behind the enemy lines planting my attacks on life your life.

i fight with no violence just like one time we were friends brothers. but that night i told you betrayed me you took off all night planing your own revenge that will drive you to your own grave.

you were my brother allies family my betrayer.
my trust has lost but you keep trying to get to me with your lies of **** you keep putting on your life.

snow is my life i survived in Russia in the winter but i got a chance to tell my stories the stories is where i have survived this world that hits me every witch way it can. i might have found a way to describe how i'm still alive.

you can make me suffer you could start a war that will destroy my life but i won't let my grip let go to fall to the ground and let go till it give up all my secrets.

i have the gift of blending into the winter since my body only adapts to the cold.i might be insane or crazy but nothing can stop me or knock me down even bullets or war will never bring me down. you can tourcher me  break me but ill never break.

my secret i never will smile i'm Russian and i don't smile but when i do youl wish you never wasted your time trying to break me till the end of time.

do i need blind love or do i stay away from your lies you have told me. your life is almost over when i pull the covers over my head leaving me to feel free from the agony that will never leave till the end of time

since you are now around earth
with your super duper cell phone education
i will let you know how your doing
i have been outside of democracy this whole time
what you smell is a person locked out of democracy
that will take as much time out of your cellphone smarts as it will

the click bait social confidence and competent exam of verbal command or extinct event of dead american soldiers hidden from your eyes behind a blind gun, in justice they lie

i love you somehow the glue of a newspaper soldire, sold ire
and brexit, now i go, now i go , genocide

text message became a supreme court covered in meat
me a rancid punk rockin rottin jonny locket, let meat fly

i live in a country founded by a ******* army i cant lie i cant cry
for how many war crimes you died, triumphant to the buying of glorious instant agoraphobia ant hills not next back then when you
where forced to isolate all night waits together and prison came down on my shoulders i don't break, i am frame, stiff competition
irish general constitution the same, you changed


in social reform ariticles of journalism
the idea is to become the better person
overcoming the ignorance of not understanding
and building basically civilization from scratch.

america has the capitalism philosophy
which gives lots of logo cliche ownership in blazee language