Антиутопия
Живём ли в антиутопии?
Несомненно, из них по одной на каждую из стран,
Но при этом на краю Вселенной
Хладом веет каменистый буран.
Живём ли в антиутопии?
Несомненно, из них по одной на каждую из стран,
Но при этом на краю Вселенной
Хладом веет каменистый буран.
A land of ice,
Cold, gloomy days,
The winter is all over
This sacred place.
The river flows
Like a joyous blue string,
The river starts
Talking to strangers.
How they sang,
And they lived,
They were far,
They we close,
It's all about the nighT,
It has a feeling, a bit eeriE,
When the city, outward and hectiC,
Twinkles and tingles, covered by bleacH,
A crimson path led me to delusional arts,
The swing of justice hoaxed me,
As human tortured their faith in gyves
To welcome torched Justice to vacancy.
Thy couch - theurgy, panoply - art.
Tell, prophecy’s curse or merit?
Or prophesier’s metamorphosis int’ archer?
In names of whose mourns thou hear.
Bestowed to meet thou, dear guest, so,
Thy experience’s fettered to betray,
Be prophecy-pursue to pulse the other gate,
If thou trudge thy vice to confess,