They are filled with papers, nails and tobacco tar
The road leads to corpses, over the corpses
Through the arterial pipes
Light me up something nice
And let’s move on
Look at me
Surrender
Or choose to stay human and die
Wife has a baby coming
She’s waiting for me and for new running shoes
Spring has come
But in reality
I see trenches and high-precision long-range rockets falling
In Mariupol
It’s past midnight
I see nightmares every night
Been waiting for my MRE
I’m freezing
Dead soldiers
I wish I could hug you
We’ve come here for what?
And where to exactly?
I’ll be seeking answers
For the rest of my life
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer
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