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Square rhymes romance
In the evenings he makes decisions
I dream of the abandoned Arctic
Like monks about self-immolation

I collect spit and humiliation
Into the hastily embroidered gate
Let me have a place in the gas chamber
I burst into Asgard Black Sea

In the midst of a holiday with a delay
My universe is streaming with myrrh
Like a woman I'm spineless
Unbridled childless

On that holiday of every day
I dance irresponsibly
My witchcraft haunts me
My rapping is pouring off me

Your music is not magic but a hoax
Tasting menstruation
My music is godly
Like an old fashioned funny fuck

Your music without “close er ice”
Only dried mouse corpse
Straight into a love potion
Ugly lady fallen

It will be flavored with percussion pepper
In the soup, the spouse has cooled down to sluggish
Rag breasts will be served
Or they will add hemp porridge to the youths

Your music without “look et mi”
Only a cow skull near the muddy water
Became the home of a snake
Vegetating among the ants without ritual play

These songs are the lamentations of the ancient gods
Fierce enemies waiting to fall
On empty resting fields.
Don't ask, the answers are a dream

You won't find me, I am in everything
Neither an alchemist nor a mason can solve it
Why do I pretend to be a wheel?
When the gods created people

And the people of the gods
And the allies became worse than the enemies
We gathered in karagots at the gate
Shortening spaces to death

Singing poetry
Trubodurovy snoring from unstitched wounds
Only we can hear it in the ears of corn
Wooden frames

Take me, I'll give myself to you
Rapping the way to the coniferous-deciduous temple.