Lodoss - Крамола
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The poet casts his net
For the muse
The call is coming
Already thinking through the setting
The idea, the essence, and the message
Lightning rods of new ethics
Will protect from the storm
A new poet
A child of pathos, a rogue
But not a publicist
All the maneuvers of style
The essence of freedom of speech
The paths are untrodden
Bridge
Not a single one is broken
Get up and run along them
Give me at least a couple of laps
But when there is available food
Then you don't want to be risky
The poet throws out
Vague quotes
Something about others
Who have been hidden
Supposedly everywhere
Ill-wishers
And snitches
From every window
They stare at him
Spies
Eternal reports on
Every step on the topic
Would be glad to give some fat
Alas, the spark is lost
These are the times, bro
It's not laziness, and it's not Hackwork
Give me the deck
I'll shuffle it all
Every metaphor
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Obligatory jabs
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I'll add them to the palette
If it's profitable
It will be profitable
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If it's profitable
It will be profitable
The poet was rude and unsociable
So he ate zeros from the plate
Then he fell in love with the world
And everything became much more concrete
With marketing skills
The most correct vector
The same verse
True, a little more politically correct
The style is lame
However, the craft is leaping
His vocabulary now
A dozen logos
On the press wall
In rhetoric, there's only one template
Why are there so many of them
If all other forms Words
Sedition
It's so convenient
There's no need to even make excuses
I'd give you fire
But there's fire duty
Plus total control
Beacons for a dangerous vibe
And there was a clear sign in the newspaper
Mind games are being filmed here
The camera's eye is spinning
And a drone is hovering above the building
I'm closer to the bunk now
Than nihilists are to denial
I'm afraid to move
Alastair Moody is watching
I'll wait until he falls asleep
Maybe I'll return
Every metaphor
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I'll add to the palette
If it's profitable
It will be profitable
Every metaphor
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All your halftones
I'll add to the palette
If it's profitable
It will be profitable
The poet has long since retired from fighting
How He climbed to the top
The years were well-fed, he became
Much more solid
To his size
In any row
Now there's no room
But the weight of words
Will not be gained
Even with a paperweight
And then there's this melancholy
With shades of sadness
No matter how much you boast
Don't deny it
The poet misses
Native wilds
Different, but still pulling
Probably in vain, he abandoned
When leaving, his
Document with keys. Here
Same planet
Under the same sun
And the only difference is
That there are only strangers around
And even in the mirror there's someone else
And in some role
But with the proud tag
Hero of the great confrontation
Gold in my pockets
Hands are whole, not broken
Goals long ago and
Plans fully realized
Everything else is vanity and debauchery
Back is useless
So, I won't return
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If it's profitable
It will be profitable
Every metaphor
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All your halftones
I'll add to the palette
If it's profitable
It will be profitable
Every metaphor
Vivid epithets
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All your halftones
I'll add to the palette
If it's profitable
It will be profitable
Every metaphor
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Mandatory Attacks
All the halftones are yours
I'll add them to the palette
If it's profitable
It will be profitable
Every metaphor
Vivid epithets
Apt quotes
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All the halftones are yours
I'll add them to the palette
If it's profitable
It will be profitable