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Jan 3
If you've trudged through life's cruel school,
Bowed to power, played the fool,
Scared and blind, in lies you wallow,
Trading soul for dreams so hollow.
Signed by beasts, your mind betrayed,
A witless pawn, no price too great.
For such "scholars," meek and broken,
Satan reigns—the god they've chosen.
Call him "Father," praise his glow,
Blindly cheering a false light's show.


In Russian:

Отче наш Рогатый

"Школу жизДни" коль прошёл,
Значит терпишь произвол,
Туп как пень, пуглив и веришь
Всем обманам — Душу херишь.
Аттестат подпишет тварь,
Добивая ум. Не жаль
"Школяров" таких убогих —
Сатана им вместо бога,
Называют пусть его
"Отче", веря в "света торжество"...
Igor Vykhovanets
Written by
Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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