Dreaming

Christ is risen - and everything is on quarantine

Christ is risen - and everything is on quarantine.
Moscow lies careless and empty.
And the Reds would not have been forbidden
Gather in honor of the Risen Christ.
But the virus turned out to be worse than red,
He found new fun -
Forced to burn in the burrows of safe
And run after grub on passes.

Judas, meanwhile, does not lose heart,
Kaifa nurses his parish,

Pilate not only washing his hands,
But even a sanitizer will wipe ...

“How to betray - so everything according to schedule,
How to crucify - any nerd is in a hurry
And to celebrate when I am resurrected
The quarantine does not allow? "

Yes, people are like that, there are no others,
They were remembered by Bereshit*.
If they refused the parade,
Then nobody will allow Easter.
And it’s good that the secret fun
In the empty capital, it is spilled:
Everything is like then. Since Sunday
Then no one celebrated by no means.

We were dug up, we were injected:
Then, after all, as today, day-day
We sat at home on quarantine,
Crushed by fear and longing,
And they thought to escape from quarantine
Not with courage, but with a mask on the face,
Silence, taking Karotin
And the future Vitamin S.

And, by the way, there was a feeling of punishment,
Overtaken by the country's retribution,
And the Romans (as the orderlies now)
They inspired us with guilt.
Some fell into anger and boring,
Others Tomil Trouble Credit -
And God, it seemed, did not turn away:
On the contrary, he turned and looks.

"Christ is risen!" - Not a holiday, but freedom,
Getto spinning, collapse of the walls.
Others will not notice the transition,
But Christ did not return to everyone.
And this news brings Magdalene,
Rejected by all the creature.
She will not be afraid of quarantine.
What to be afraid of the fallen? Nothing.