An anti-ode to Russia
Having grown up as a personality,
With condemnation, with a solemn turmoil
I have come to speak with harsh brutality.
Thy kids live in kennels luxurious,
They are satisfied with stale bread and water;
Never do they think of being furious
Or of protesting 'gainst injustice. They kneel before thy altar,
Which is especially designed to worship golden calf
And toads of various kinds,
Who stand amid the humans on Lucifer's behalf
They lead the men the way of dark, obscured minds.
The day will come; the hour will strike bluntly,
Thou wilt be then forevermore condemned,
To the infernal Gehenna of History
Thou wilt for all the days descend.
The Time will not have mercy over you,
Thy remnants will be the canvas for something pristine and new.
November 28-30, 2014
Poetry by Eugenius
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Written on 2014-11-30 at 16:55
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Shame
Being once begotten of thy worthless loins,Having grown up as a personality,
With condemnation, with a solemn turmoil
I have come to speak with harsh brutality.
Thy kids live in kennels luxurious,
They are satisfied with stale bread and water;
Never do they think of being furious
Or of protesting 'gainst injustice. They kneel before thy altar,
Which is especially designed to worship golden calf
And toads of various kinds,
Who stand amid the humans on Lucifer's behalf
They lead the men the way of dark, obscured minds.
The day will come; the hour will strike bluntly,
Thou wilt be then forevermore condemned,
To the infernal Gehenna of History
Thou wilt for all the days descend.
The Time will not have mercy over you,
Thy remnants will be the canvas for something pristine and new.
November 28-30, 2014
Poetry by Eugenius
Read 719 times
Written on 2014-11-30 at 16:55
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