Games on big arons
In cities, from blood drunk,
Red drops in dust ...
New fighters for shift
Grow up, evil and zeans.
This is the twilight of the Earth.
Caesar, on his platform
You are not like the lord,
And on the evil rooster.
But, throwing the dice,
You, like a miter, leveled face.
These are the kingdoms of the pipe.
Where are the legions,
In the hardening feet,
On the blades carrying war, -
Stoyed screams, smalcly moans,
Fly flies from corpses.
This is not to save the country.
Who noticed a change
Who believed predictions,
Those dead for a long time:
Blades won in Vienna,
Not going to wait
Wine drank with poison.
However, turn the past -
It is not always appropriate.
To see ...
Blood interfere with the ash.
Further - in advance is known:
Launches and death.
We are not better than ancient Romans,
But, probably, not worse.
We are the same as everyone.
A century, what rushing past, -
All over fire and red puddles,
In the scarlet, royal dew ...
