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Triumph of Treachery and vicious will

And the decrial of our lives is the result.

Beyound the Honor, across pain limit still

Year after year inherits reign in blood.

Triumph of Adam-men that coincided actually,

The blackened faces bloom with arrogance of clay.

Now certainly it won't take more than century-

Bipedal ugly mixture will remain.

We'll not survive - what for than (so much) strength was spent ?

And what for man of worth now to remain ?

Dig down in stuff and dung heat on the dying bed,

Red urine fills the empty thread of veins.

With greed the bounds of conscience to be filled

The source of pure thoughts filled with profit gain.

Absurd instead of Sense, shivers instead of steel.

You will not notice how you lay down in your grave.

Triumph deferred of filth and taint

In sweet decay drown cities it embraced.

You're no more Hero - Gods descend

You'll, freaky hybrid, perish soon without a trace !

You're spoiled - there is no form nor the content,

I curse your vicious degradation round !

Master of yours that came from Desert sands.

Nowadays became the lord of all around.

Of all around and of the dreams you keep,

The devastation - you was the awarded one,

Prophet - enthraller wisdom of the sheep

In many shapes he'd been returning... and he won.

You didn't notice previous results of warfare,

Today result's incogitant attaint.

May of the 1945, October of the seventeenth year,

As chiliad ago was year eighty eight.