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vlad (part 10) (“Intoxicate”)

In the absorbance of sulphur We quit November 2 And highly misalign These missiles we keep For thus of the hour Our part by the year Nights too long And dissipate Semblances foreword to unmake This we try- To make news of the week We target the West And through to our past- Getting to be Philosopher among men- to the Americans who know who we are And double their pay Foment of the arrest by their view Days will rewrite Ukraine as it sits Piles of chok and gasoline We pray to our togetherness Simple by shotgun and ruin Nobody folds to the enemy- But him Justice and asks Happenstance and rejected We forwarded our view to the Chinese Simplifying our colours And our misery to white knowing I stand for distance And we’re suffered for glory And that is Ru

The nemesis man- He hurries while he waits Absconded then,- to a whale And captivity might Three fortunes to open He is our morose and together

Opulence new by the radio Distances pure to Iran Soviets and folklore I run Supreme to his command Absolute death- is our taro to run Zealots of Arabia- landing high And forthwith to never We can see our own year We know the way- and the ruin

In latency tract I am shores to the win I have amnesia, but it’s new And paying no respects- once fortunes at hand Ukrainia is Soviet and a spoon To the decorated in ash Blaming time as a runaway- It is yearly the dust mile And in Turkey Our pitiful smile And cadaver to her This force to showroom- In Berne

I have simplified my bets And make America my dream Witness to the line In currency then We offload our words- and our wine

Thus them to the year And thanks to our escapade We are Soviet And as nighthawks We are new

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In rations to Peter What a story for this tern Failure to prognosticate- in that man And tiny escaped To the War we won yesterday America is ready As are you This violence will,- in Afghanistan to prepare License to protect,- and renew What effervescence to our means A night can unfold The distance to Heaven- from the Earth And I, fairly well A summons for the knowledge Speak to St. Peter,- and be well.