«Mustafa used to built the road
Mustafa used to walk along it But Jigan has stabbed him Kolka Svist has buried him.» (From one old russian prison song) .................................... People say that We will die On the twenty first of December So, it seems to have a point Oh! Finally, the day of death all over the world Has been determined!
There's one schizophrenic idea If someone is afraid to believe And just can't take it easy
Can stop reading this As any claims won’t be accepted! ---------------------------------------------- When I was in hospital in the Intensive Care Unit I was about 50 years old I was in prostration I’ll try to describe it
Nine nights Having no dreams I was walking the black line Unconscious state Neurons in my head was exterminating Memo- Ries
But, on the tenth day I had a dream
A carnival Crazy clowns around me And I felt like I had a narcotic in me… 17th century I’m four years old I am the infant of Spain !!!
No sooner had I woken up Then hardly I could stay awake I started collecting thoughts
The dream seemed to be prophetic Or it had just been injection of something unknown
Some thought began to mess with my head Somewhere in my mind It might've been some vein spirits (Fuck this!) Or revelation itself?
And it occurred to me that It was just an instinct of self-preservation
“I’m going to die!" But in a moment, I was in another dimension!
I'll break through the veil of centuries Like one of a kind of a Super - Progressor I'll Break Through I won't be in captivity Of our reality's crap!
Later, at nights My brain has begun to inflame Step by step It occured ...
Goddamnit! _
Universe needs young souls Only those who make it so necessary.
Lermontov, Pushkin, Verlaine, Choi, Talkov Bring them the numbers immeasurable...
The universe takes away their souls in an alcove Ground leaving the body ............................................. Universe needs young soul And the best talents Not much clouded sew up
Sinks in Africa flimsy steam The children who are immigrants ... In Japan - Fukushima
Explosions, fires, chain of disasters This is a diabolical plan of Genius Soul carried away In the melting pot Resettlement
(Given the end of World Like Salvation)
They cherish for other cases Throw in other ages All Souls accountant Lord Accounts sometimes And not counting bodies.
Just who They will say tomorrow Goodbye forever ... Throwing knuckles Fate It is better not to know ... .............................. I come to oneself Left to chance And looked around
Well you are my God! What a share Waiting for me then ... ............................. Gennady Svistunov (перевод на английский - Виктор Свистунов Viktor Svistunov)
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