The reverse translation with NK cells

“I love you in the deep of soul,” – 

You tell me day a day before.

It was like rolling killer scroll

The vessel intima makes pore.

I recollected this at night,

Tell me, who were killed there:

You, me or heart fibril red light

In blood lake, us both taking care.

It was too strange to distinct mane,

Vesicle bus of vessel rail

Goes to a fate from ever fane,

To separate all truth and fail.

 This killer goes, like swaying bing,

Adsorb all dirt, like micro sponge,

They must be transponated in

 In human words of spirit song.

This cell has hand-expanded spunes,

So happy meet is not so far,

Reverse translation, be immune,

Could us inform, where are we are.

Cell bus, we don’t tell you good bye

 To move with you – is beauty kaif,

Thus NK cell is not to die – 

To retranslate, who don’t want life.

The retranslation is good pore

To some first lives, were really nice,

It makes the antibodies core

Among all million years of ice.

Old bus of cell goes dark and light

To mixt all represented tools,

We are waiting you, so you have right

To be with us in future too.