Enough of digging for "happiness"
In the world's manure heap, grim!
Strengthen your Spirit, rise, progress—
Cast off that *****; take up axe within.

The Spirit's force, the Mind so clear,
Will sever all that filth apart,
Where lies, declared as "truths," appear,
And vermin breed with cunning art.


In Russian:

Секира

Баста "счастье" ковырять
На навозной куче мира!
Силу Духа умножать:
Ковырялку прочь, секира

Духа, Ясного Ума
Разрубить тебе поможет
Все преграды из дерьма —
Мразь их "истинами" множит.

Mental mettle,
Mettle mentally.
You just don't understand,
The way I speak.
So if you're yelling incoherently,
I'm just going to repeat the same thing,
I said before backwards.
So please use restraint my friend,
Or show some restraint to me.

My life, Long time ago
A flock of birds, I follow
I was a chicken's chick
I had imperfect wings

I really wanted to fly, fly ,fly
I tried and I died, died, died

Another life, not long ago
A Pack of wolves, I follow
I was a rabbit's kit
Running, my habit


I really wanted to fight, fight, fight
They saw me, I just went-run, run,run

My new life, a few days ago
A herd of deer, I follow
I was a cub of tiger
Growing fighter

I just said Hi,Hi,Hi
They ran, didn't even say bye,bye,bye

It is in this moment of shame that I am most dishonoured

I can physically hear the folds of my clothing rumple as I collapse into the sidewalk of my mind-- skull fragments reverberating off the backs of my teeth and echoing dully in the absence of mind.

Silently and absently, I will expire -- My final call

Again

              
                 and


                               Again


I will die here...
                               Even if only just in a dream