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death doesn't even hurt
death is only redemption so in fact
naively in a loop like straps
roundtrip. sodom and omer

look up
their panels burn beautifully
and patterns are burned such a success
when I died no one denied

kill my snobbery
feed sucrose
I'm still behind I'm still fifth
I swallow cutesy air again

playing cards for Russian chips
shirt on cards fat and boobs
Russian bitterness black faces
graves poets xinyo criminality

how else is love ponazhovshchina
maniac alcoholized hello
I'm running this street at random again
to orgasms caressing the cobblestone

the city frozen in a crooked still life
for new scribbles by Yorick Bosch
pulls me out at the crossroads
I am in the middle of events, I don't know what after

and after it's great forever
funny time comes to visit
rusty bunker my freedom
and before my eyes again a crossroads

running like a forest in a circle back
so i became bitch tolerant
if I don't have, then there is no difference
you and me all from the same ass

mass graves
this is the language of civilization
I'm near I'm here I'm among these people
but I don't hear their speech, but I hear "kill"

and again I'm running away again
breaks from looking into the eyes of animals
deaf tolerance deaf refusals
from forty-degree Russian fairy tales

The terrible echo of the blind shooting
Hands behind your back and your heart in a bucket
Dark well of a sinful body
Dastardly victory intoxicated core

The strange games of pimply appearances
Chosen lobe crown of thorns
In muddy overcoats without insignia
The dead believe in a good ending

And somewhere near
Hidden in a fog of foreboding
Patching patches
Of tomorrow's bullet blissful temple

death doesn't even hurt
death is only redemption so in fact
naively in a loop like straps
roundtrip. sodom and omer

look up
their panels burn beautifully
and patterns are burned such a success
I died nobody denied