sCorThix - Человек
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TEN!
Words weigh so little
And the corpses of Atlantis
We are resentful
And build their views
To our pyramids:
Set their tops on fire
From a ship's cannon
They melt like candles
And we lie on the stove

NINE!
Now only blood believe
The more heads he demolished to the enemy
Under the wheezing of cracked trunks,
The more he is ready for death,
Paying tax for the color of the flags
Only a piece of fabric three by two
Separate friend from foe

EIGHT!
We do not ask for mercy
Shooter at the machine gun
His work is hard
Hand out twelve-seven
Without pity for all those
Who lost the fighting spirit
Goes with the enemy to the world
Shoots with saliva
Three meters in front of you

SEVEN!
A pair of clamps closed
Where there are no wars
There is a pond with devils
Living brain compression
To the size of nuts and bolts
Under a greasy layer of politota
Don't wanna live but three work
Prevent deep thinking
It's not easy to breathe here either.
Bureaucrats, sheep, bribes -
Such is the custom, these beds
Drenched in bitter elixir
With him I'm almost content with the world
Seasoned coffee with cinnamon,
I'll take the rotten corpse of ambition
Life is a flimsy swing
Am I going to sleep or stranded?
I dream of Stockholm Syndrome
Ready to kill to become a slave

SIX!
He is in me and wants to eat
Under the cerebral cortex in the depths
Read poems to me about the day
universe that he composed
For a hundred centuries, while he lived there
And said that the time is near,
When he lifts the burden
life. Well, he dropped mine the same hour
And I blinked for the last time