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  I will dedicate a prayer of terrible days to them!

  I do not need someone else's greatness,

  I braided my sweetheart's curls!

  We perish before the Almighty only two,

  The Archangel raised his sword, the metal flashed!

  I told the girclass="underline" we will be together,

  Live happily ever after under the sun!

  And to protect beauty is a matter of honor,

  So that the star does not go out in eternity!

  So know the aromas of heavenly booths,

  I can't replace a sweet kiss!

  In the arms of caresses fabulous wonderful,

  And I don't care about worldly storms!

  Gulliver sang a good song. And fun and playful at the same time.

  And while he sang, the orcs were really engaged in robbery. In particular, they tortured a captive boy, on the subject of where the Marquis de Sade had gone.

  It was extremely difficult for the orcs to capture this warrior and sorcerer at the same time.

  The boy looked about twelve years old, although everyone in this world looks like children, regardless of age, for a start they began to flog him by tying him to goats.

  The boy groaned softly and pursed his lips. But he didn't want to reveal anything.

  They beat him for a long time, until the boy's bright head swayed, falling on its side.

  The orc splashed ice-cold water from a bucket in his face. And the young warrior came to his senses.

  Orc growled:

  - Speak!

  The boy hissed, in response, with difficulty catching his breath:

  - I will not say!

  The executioner hit the boy again. He shuddered.

  The Elder Orc remarked:

  - It would be necessary to fry his heels with a spark!

  The orcs are pretty grunted!

  And then one of them went up to the fireplace and set fire to the torch. The boy, almost naked and slashed all over with the blows of the whip, looked pitiful and touching. His bare, round heels stuck out and looked helpless and pink, like a child's.

  The fire, with its predatory tongue, carnivorously licked the child's sole. And the boy how to scream, from hellish pain. And the flame burned the boy's feet painfully.

  The eternal child roared and twitched frantically, but the ropes were very strong.

  And the orcs laughed wildly at the boy's agony. And it smelled very appetizing, like a barbecue.

  Gulliver, fortunately, did not see this. Otherwise, I would really have roared with annoyance.

  The viscountess whipped the boy again with a whip and asked:

  - Have you ever wanted to become at least sometime in your life as Almighty as God?

  The boy captain nodded.

  - Sometimes I wanted to ... Although sometimes you think, what can be done for people to make them happy with you?

  The girl remarked:

  - Turn, for example, all people like this with us into children!

  Gulliver shook his head.

  - To become, for example, boys and girls of twenty years old, I think, practically all people would willingly agree. But at the expense of children, I have big doubts! After all, in a child's body you cannot enjoy making love!

  The Viscountess giggled and remarked:

  - Well, somehow we are not very upset about this. We have children brought by a dragon. And it solves all problems! Of course, there is some fear of death. People believe in an immortal soul, but no one has proven its existence! And you people too!

  Gulliver shrugged his shoulders and remarked:

  - There are Christians who do not believe in an immortal soul. They literally understand the words: the soul that sins, let it die. Although the bible says that people are already dead in the eyes of God!

  The girl giggled and replied:

  - A head of cabbage! More precisely, one can argue about religion for a very long time and without meaning.

  You better sing something funny!

  Gulliver took and sang;

  There are no trifles in the layout of the underworld,

  Any excuse for the devil is like a hook.

  If there is no grace in the world of the Lord,

  That means the inferno pool is not far away!

  After all, evil is so fond of the world,

  Like islands without a compass of good...

  Although the heroism of valor is sung -

  In fact, the King of the Universe is Satan!

  The cruel in this world succeeds,

  He who does not know pity is the king!

  There are traps under the palm tree even of paradise,

  Where is the good? His insignificant zero!

  Any faith can be corrupted

  Any glory smells, know the noose ...

  Reptiles hiss insidiously in the sandbox -

  And I want to light up the world with a dream!