The Manifesto

     Телеведущий Соловьев когда-то, когда ещё не превратился в то, чем является сейчас, говорил такую вещь:
    «В Бразилии, где , как известно, водится много диких обезьян и очень здорово умеют играть в футбол, если подойти к любому бразильцу и молча дать ему листок бумаги и ручку, то он начнет писать свой состав сборной. У нас в России так здорово играть в футбол не умеют, но зато, если подойти  к любому россиянину и молча дать ему бумагу и ручку, он начнет писать МАНИФЕСТ».
     Я же давно собирался заклеймить своей мрачной лирой всех гопников, бездарей и нелюдей. И Манифест о деградации нации явственно выражает мое мнение о сей гнусной породе. А если от него веет откровенной мизантропией, то пусть так оно и будет.

   The Statement Of The Degeneracy Of The Nation   
                16.02.03.
                - The Manifesto -
     ...To my abstract symphathizer...

                1.
As the groom's relentless witness
My black vulture cuts the sky
Through the darn world's mental sickness
Time is racing blank and dry
The morose hearts of its dwellers
Hide within the concrete fanes
And the shades of the impalers
Sell the drugs for their drained veins
                2.
I'm the last forgotten watcher
Soaring with the dismal bird
Once I dipped into the torture
Sentenced by the Dreadful Lord
But I found my secret mission
To invoke the baleful night
I'm a minstrel of perdition
Following the Reaper's kite
                3.
Come with me again, my brother,
To the mist beneath the moon
Now my way is stretching farther
With the weaving warlock's croon
Taste the Christ's tears from the chalice,
Take a sip and hit the pace
Ere this world's phrenetic malice
Show to us its ghoulish face
                4.
In my words I did not palter
When I said: "The end is near"
With no candles on the altar
This frail being's made of fear
Those who tried to stay untroubled
Out of suffering and moil,
Got their own graves - nicely marbled
Private in the common soil
                5.
All these little puffed up ladies
Who were laughing at the wise
Shall receive the cells in Hades
With the view of paradise
And the liar's high-flown speeches
Will be screwed into his ass
You! Depressing moral's teachers!
I'm a dusk of your distress
                6.
When the scrolls burn in the oven,
The re-healing faith is lost
I dismissed the final coven -
Let the ghosts expect the worst
As the demon strops his fulgent
Blade upon the golden snath
Destiny can't be indulgent
Its sole road leads straight to death
                7.
Filth, obtuseness and betrayal
Are this nation's mode of life
Viler than the mean astrayal
'Cause with shame they never writhe
Praise the killer! Hail the traitor!
Dance away your empty minds
You're the sneer of Creator
Your foul seed just falls and grinds
                8.
I raised barely to discover
All insanity in you
Truth is mine and its my power
I don't need it to renew
The base luxury's sealed caverns
Are the shelters for the scum
I prefer the twinkling heavens
And the sounding voodoo drum
                9.
On the coffins there's a nacre
But inside there's just a flesh
Which decays and the god's acre
Gulfs the bodies not quite fresh
The doomed souls led by the fire
Reach the opened gates of hell
In a curse they did acquire
Their new host is grim and fell
                10.
Brother, this breed is a cancer
Vent upon it your disgust
Share my misanthropic answer
To the sprouted beastly lust
Drown your past in my blood's mere
And enjoy the raven's cry
Wait and thou shalt trust the seer
Everything but DARK's a lie