Black sun with neutron beams,
Boznos knife cuts like a knife
Rains whined for a long time,
The lead rye ripened well!
Only the acid clouds will subside -
Cyber - Slavs, with ionic sickles,
A gray crowd of mechanical stuffed animals,
They will go to the harvest, to the fields torsion ...
The hinges of hinges are eaten by salt,
Their bodily bodies creak loudly,
Hang the joints of titanium stakes,
In the veins of the Kevlarovs, ashen -blue ...
Dorm methane on aeration layers,
Babs of synthetic torsos are shoulder
Cyborgs drink moonshine radiation,
Masks glisten, radiant from the stench ...
Plowing for centuries ... from sunset - to midnight,
Sleep ... and again, up to an hour of dawn,
In the morning - the remains are washed off by alkali,
Robots, the tribe of their unrequited ...
There is no love in that work, no mystery,
Their slopes are monotonous,
Antimaterials are scarce in mucus,
Anti -agricultural quasara diamond ...
Picking crumbs selecting from the tablecloth,
From hunger is thin, like coal ears,
The boy will ask - Android for the mother:
Where is there a pet to the servants?
Where is freedom and really folk?
His mother is polymeric: his mother will sigh quietly:
Sleep, my son is LED,
We have no them ... in the universe, probably ...
