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Cold captivity of slush.
Desolate wilderness of snow.
First your face blushes
When it’s clear that’s a trap!

You must now take off your clothes,
Wake up! Get into the cold
Outside!

Barefoot on the ice crust
Now you try to run, how fast?
Freezing realm is deadly vast,
But you try to run, how far?
Barefooted on the crust
With the one you shouldn’t trust.

From the horrible beast
In the mountain mist

To hide and build a fire,
But all the sorry efforts of the desperate were in vain.
Fingertips got frozen –
Sooner than they realized the pain.
Deadly race was over –
Broken ribs with no external damage will remain.

In the art of mutilation
Lies the guarantee for the strongest
That they’ll get whatever they need
Or are ordered to get.
The cold conceals the violation
And you’ll never gather the bones back to the feet.

Out of breath you fall to snow,
Don’t give up, you try to crawl,
Try to fight, the moves are slow –
Well-equipped ‘s your dreadful foe.
Sometimes world is so unjust
And the agony will last!

What’s the use of your fist
In the mountain mist?

You’ll see in nightmares my frozen skull
Velvet of snow melts in my lungs,
Spy games in ferocious frost,
Ice on the cheeks instead of teardrops.

Nuclear supremacy – isn’t it the real cause
Of the 9 ruined lives of the young?
Virgins are sacrificed
To the gods of exposure;
But the riddles will hide
Under the veil
Which blocks any way
For the leakage of information.

Flashes in the sky –
Scary fairytales – all it’s just a lie.
Cold throws no light
On the reason why.
Awkward secret files.
These are only versions,
Truth prefers to hide.

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