"She looked up at the heavens, and I did wonders for her!"
Vladimir Ilyich fought as a musketeer and at the same time saw all this and very clearly, as if it happened to him personally, perceived. It was like an unthinkable obsession. Then he was surprised why candy and collet are using human terms...
Lenin was attacked by a fighter, the Leader of the world proletariat barely had time to perform a side flip and received a couple of scratches, spread the creature's tail. Lollipop(that's really stupid custom) hissed in the air:
- The glory of the Race....
Vladimir Ilyich swore:
-Princeps-plasma megapolitana! Again, this pathos! He got me!
And again Lenin returned to the same reasoning, her brain seemed filled with giperplaziei( and what diabolical substance that hyperplasia?). If you think that sweets and cutlets can not exist in a living form. Well, how do they appear as a result of evolution? Or even Hyperevolution? It's a purely human creation, and thus their nervous system and brains.... Only that's where their brains are hidden. Because the stuffing is not visible neshi! However , unless the Scarecrow from a children's fairy tale the Wizard of emerald city and without brains gave out Know-how! Especially when ordered to make a handkerchief airship! Well, the creation of people and thinks humanly, using the imperfect epic of people.
Vladimir Ilyich dreams attacked, this time together. In General, the leader of the world proletariat knew from the experience of youth fights how difficult it is to win if there are several opponents. It's only a movie one trooper of the red Army cut down a hundred, and reality....
The reality of evil cursed,
Can drive you crazy!
All the power of the fearsome atom,
Satan drove into the Earth!
Where there flowed a river of pure,
Terrible desert view!
Groves grew branchy,
Plasma Napalm burning!
It means that humanity,
Death is crowned!
Ran out of time in eternity,
A terrible end has come!
There is no sympathy now,
In the bowels of other worlds!
Cold darkness, feeling,
Waiting for us the Land of the children of!
Hand to give us disdain,
Don't ask!
We are people, not mediocre,
Our Holy Russia!
Not be humiliated of the Earth,
Cry on our this way!
And on the path of snow,
We're paving the way!
Will become our edge well-fed,
Children love and laugh!
We're just brought up,
In the battle to have success!
Rushing a new generation,
Rot and decay will update!
And there comes an Epiphany,
Fresh view!