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You swore to sky by grey morning

the sirens scream for alarm

for sharp symphonies of sullets

beneath a force of steel fists.

The walls crackled and fountains

of fear flown away.

They splash your clothing sticked

by your sweat grotesque

- the scene didn´t find an applause.

Welcome to the garted of meat

grinding by the machine-guns

the meat in which you dance solo

Welcome to the kingdom of cripples

confused by splinters

the cripples who became crazy for admiration.

You have seen a house -stable

for the first appearance

it dispersed on pieces of useless dust

from the whole property remains the only

this rotten cellar

the children groaned here around

who played here in the park.

Having no anticipation that of power,

storm of war.

You got deaf of fear

you got blind of horror

you got blunt of belief

you saw to die what is immortal.

The dust turned round and itched your lungs

troat covering of fear.

Crash of machine - guns

falls of outlines

they killed for a place for a shelter.

Like greasy spots of war

flew their parts by air

you could feel how they

decayed on your face.