Abrasha, he started from zero,
He created a collective farm.
He didn't want to be a hero,
But he hired a <???>.
He developed security powers
And captured a nomadic tribe.
He made them grow coffee and flowers,
They offered him paupery bribes.
He started a great excavation,
They looked for last things they could use.
They dug up a radiostation
And used CDs as earrings and shoes.
A messenger came to Abrasha,
A flashlight he had in his hand.
He said «Our great army will crush you!»
And Abrasha gave up all his land.
Abrasha, he fled to the forest
And lived with a familу of bears.
He married a wiccan sorceress
And she made him shave off all his hairs.
He composed a new system of grammar
And instructed his sorceress bride.
They performed lots of ritual drama
And traveled in lands far and wide.
They met amazonian women
Who worshipped his wife as a king.
«!א משיח איז אין ונדז געקימן»
— in Yiddish to her they did sing.
Abrasha felt allienated,
He went to the life on a hill.
For seven years he meditated
And poundered his abscence of will.
He solved philosophic conundrums
And categorized different smells.
He emerged from his hermetic doldrums
And searched for some people to tell.
He stood on a top of a fountain
And preached to the gathering of birds.
He said: I've come down from the mountain!
But they didn't understand his words.
He tried to converb the whole village,
But they gave him a bubonic plaque.
Their horses and their money he pillaged,
He stole from their chickens their eggs.
Abrasha lost all his disciples,
His life has been foolishly spent.
He felt it was all but a tryfull,
And into the darkness he went.
