Pared Eyes - Perhaps a pair-dice conclusion-wise
(Да будет град, когда не буду я услышан) А он пошел когда, тогда спешите мыши
The music is quiet The light is serеne We are like in Slow motion film
Or maybe standing still Like rocks, yet Rock and rolls begin The moment you are in Ta-dah!
Or, Sire, is it not what You have dreamed about?
Overall, and Speaking out loud The dreams we all Are left without While being led By lies of yours?
Where I suppose, You need a course
Cadetto, no, - intercourse Instead of whining
Then how about Sense of smell Of that shithole For you to dwell Then interface The feelings And the taste?
Topiya′s interface For you to conquer First needs to be Created, Uncle And I, Andrusha Smyk concur Whatever lies in there Can be yours Take it!
Like beach of Troy?
Yes, Sire! With fifty men If you desire
Cadetto, more! The more, the merrier Just take them all
Success indeed Is waiting, like a bliss ++ As well as smell You have created As well as the abyss We face
While facing it We are without Moses Who could have lead us In this World Or is it not proclaimed Like Bill Of Rights, at all?
This case is more about ...
The way in, or is it - in and out?
Omnibus of your life begins And will be like ...
The Bill of Rights?!
No, Sire, Not enough, and Not so soon, We shall consider that one ...
Cadetto, no, To да moon!
Why don′t you try To use Imagination? Imagine that Inevitable happens, yet It′s better intertwine ...
With our nation? Or is it With the whole divine?
Extrapolate, When you are dead, What else Does come to mind?
Think of Death and ...
Cadetto, no, Да shithole will suffice!
Are you surprised, Or am I puzzled? By Merry, or is it Webster’s Merriam The definition of a ...
Cadetto, no, It can′t vary
Yet Fathers Of This Land Who once proclaimed The Bill Of Rights I hope dreamed With you at nights
Your daily skill Reminding others Of that bill Produced at most Other kind of bills, Which I suppose ...
I serve them still?
Cadetto, wow! What да ... Smart person With да ... Strong will! (Applauds)
Although postponed, Like Moses, and Other promises of yours Mr. Biden, you are the worst Among the latest two Who represented USA, You are, indeed, IO of Uncle Sam!
Your PARADISE Is going to be CANCELED VOID at any day As well as it - for them Unless, you try To be that Moses Who leads us As it has been claimed!
Can I remind you that When you face Death Your "bill" is due IMMEDIATELY Upon the meeting, hence, as your "lawyah fuck" friends Would put it in: "Who is the fucker who is talking?" I have invited you before As well as Mr. Putin
My name is Andrei Smyk This poem too, if you desire, Can be your invitation, Sire
Remember, please, Your courage will Be noticed And behold!
By fuckupees of US congress?
Not only! Be admired By whole nation And the World! And I live not That far away Not leaving yet And I would say It does not qualify To say AWAY (At Clear Lake, CA in USA)
Please, come to see me Remember, TIME is running out While I will try to help about Your concerns Yet, my question is Are you ready to die, Sir?
Too soon? Am I trying to scare you? Oh, Dear! If you think that way, then Please, don′t interfere, Just send someone to see Andrei
Who is your trusted pioneer Like we are all in heart as one For each of us and all for ...
Yes, you, too, perhaps If time allows, yet it will be then! Not now, Sire, or is it Sir? I wonder, what it is that you prefer, Amen?
Andrei Smyk A Russian American With A Ukrainian Last Name Inviter of Church RAZOOM
(This title, hopefully, can fit the bill, where I am supposedly, an invitee to be, not an inventor, yet, not the inverter of the common sense, who needs to be invited for a dance, and not invaded like his Motherland, indeed)