Ogre

Once sent beyond the zero kilometer,

Sneaking in a tunnel made of nickel silver

A man without a thought

And the height of a thief.

digital ogre,

Digests words into numbers,

Leaving a bloody trail

Where does glass grass grow?

Without letting the summer end

Curvature of the mouth

Throwing coins on both sides

Strawberry cat mustache

Flying out of a distorted shutter

Punisher's guns

Spreading with ichor

Along the tentacles of the creators,

Wearing a mask with your own face,

Bringing the cooked hall to a boil.

At the last stage of the end

No one will care what you said before you died.

They serve their sons on a lead platter

You're not ready for them yet, if you haven't been beaten at least once,

As if these are not people

But some other kind.

Far from the victories of the new world

Don't dream that you aren't being watched.

You, raw appetizer of a fatty feast,

Are you always dead when worms eat you?

If experience does not heal your justice,

And you did not become a link in the chain of the blind,

If someone hurts you with the truth,

Go and cripple everyone else with this truth.