Letargy Dream - Протуберанцы
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They swelled over the seething crown, Kisha radiation, angry, hating
Mighty, nervous and inflamed pro -Buburens.
In the dance of Witt the saint, they hung up in the mobs, unclear, as if not seeing,
Risking about the heliosphere oppressive.
Hug them stronger, father, do not let go to the line rebellious,-
It’s scary to monitor the pulsation of the light from below ...
If you foresee the speedy end, we will follow you, because we believe you,
We fought for so long for the right to answer.
Knocking in every solved secret, they bite into the flesh of the Grimoers to the meat,
They called out to the creatures from the geliomeric bestiaria.
As if the ice is endless melting, like the burning of eternal fires -
All the answers to our prayers of the Pharisee were dissolved in dust.
There was little telp, little light and little energy ... give us to us
All secrets of sacred, unshakable solar secrets.
After all, our mind is hopeless and our "shining" head,
That it does not give rest to his hands, no matter how strange.
Through the glass, smoked from the bottom to look so terribly at the standing end
The hair over his brave head, on the pro -Tubens.
This hatred is like a reprise in the progression reborn into a block,
He pulls through the airless spheres to the ground his thin fingers.
In a round dance of the flaming mass, Kisha radiation, angry, hating,
Furbilitating Burl, a wormwood.
Building a terrible type of grimas in the mobs, unclear, as if not seeing,
The star dies ... Look how the scars are gelibo.

The deadline survives
The wind burned by the wind, old, decrepit world.
Lost in dusty wilderness,
City irradiated by light, crumpled by power of cars -
Mechanisms deprived of hearts,
Indifferent cretins - there is neither love nor hopes in them.
With every hour everything is hotter than grief
The life of the seas gives the desert of the seas ...

Those who managed to hide in the shadow of the bending walls
They will never return back ...
Those who wanted this war were captured
Own illusions, fatal structures.
Light and warmth for a very long time in this earth
Personified by the power of creation ...
Time has gone, we are destined to perish in the darkness,
Hiding in the middle of skeletons of scorched buildings.

Against all attitudes, laws, logical justifications and numbers,
Time seemed to be furious, increasing its move in crazy sizes ...
Violating the canons are primordial, stinging to dust, torn to pieces of common sense
In my thoughts, the terrible appearance of the chimera rushed invisibly ...
Everything was mixed in a mysterious cycle, in a crazy movement of light;
It is difficult to refute the half -rotten, but not forgotten dogmas ...
Someone wise opened the gate with a creak, breaking all our covenants,
The essence of the creation explained to us, who interpreted - who we are.
Closing the masks with the horror of the faces mowed in panic,
Through trembling fingers, without believing their eyes, they saw horror:
As if Venus left her orbital borders in a devilish dance,
She shook, as if a frantic beast, making Mercury to destroy ...
The sky merged with the earth, I watched Jupiter obscured the horizon,
I sat, in midnight, taking something with a finger on the sand ...
And when it all ended and I was left alone, remembering my dream,
For some reason, I could not see a naval prooferens through the glass.