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A penchant fearing days- nights- and never Personnage in moment askew Innervic and shouts by the door Come away here And avoid contact The mystery goes A plainness no-one would fear But grass by the lane And small shards of the envoy And Hitler’s men- and their descendants Why are you here The victory is at dawn Smashing small bottles Of consorts and Maine Pieces of the dark giving hand A fortune for war- and obsessively printing- either There are motions of rain up ahead Check your knees for wear And prepare to breathe- in your own vomit- Once they denote you have lungs And fidgeting issued Sparsely above the boulevards Prophecy unknown Mitres detached Fits of larceny and overrule The Lada’s defeat but above Winstons they are And you shouldn’t be here Capitulations abound Checking for resale- but to ruin Sawing cedar and myth A place against what again is against The sole victory- of no time And time then for this- Nearing the rivers and bogeymen Everything afloat is duress Gardens of misbelieve and inner waves Curtains to the door of succession And ruin and ruined men No-one off for war, told so Stacks invested in the Spring Children off with their Mothers Varied escape to worry Citizens in hand with disbursement Over disaster and reckon No proportions other And Victory will have to wait Til us then Our prophecy awaits- and here comes the President- for his final war- and expressions of speech The guilded know their way- and Putin’s truth- which is none.