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На ржавых клыках с пустыми глазами,
прижимаясь горлом к лезвию слов
за любовь окровавленной стали,
что отупела от количества отсечённых голов.
С битым стеклом во рту улыбаясь
рассвету над полем пустым,
предвкушая как перелистнём эту эру
новым холмом из тел.
Карабкаясь по горлу вверх,
чтобы быть сожранным снова
в канаве всё тех же идей,
утопив себя собственной кровью.
Жги себя ценою веры.
Мир - это две пустоты.
Мы умрём оба,
но по разные стороны этой черты.
И осталось совсем немного

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On the other side

On the rusty fangs, with empty eyes, pressing his throat to the blade of words,
for the love of bloodstained steel, which was blunted by the number of severed heads.

Smiling with broken glass in the mouth of the dawn over an empty field,
anticipating how we will turn over this era with a new hill of dead.

Climbing the throat up to be devoured again, in a ditch of the same ideas, drowning yourself in your own blood.

Burn yourself at the price of faith.
The world is two voids.
We will both die,
but on different sides of this line.
And there is very little left to wait.

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from Н​о​р​м​а​л​ь​н​ы​й ч​е​л​о​в​е​к, released October 28, 2022

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Vuara Petrozavodsk, Russia

A clot of dark and chaotic sound straight from the belly of Karelian swamps, escaping from the throat with a cry of socio-political longing.

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