carpenters of revolution
being zealous and bold
they create a foundation
for the very brave new world
not an outer power forces
to mold bricks per every night -
dreams of liberty and justice
which are carved inside the mind
it's no use repeating prayers
damn the sermons - guns instead
price of victory not sacral
but more painful - blood and sweat
mourning for those who passed
longing for the new regime
look, another new-born project!
but tomorrow still seems dim
screaming out for revolt and
scratching walls of prison cell
sending letters to your comrades
but the inner sense is swell
nothing helps to get away with
not to be devoured in storm
revolutionary duty
is fulfilled - and that is all
your audacity is ruined
element is merciless
future's nothing but a scaffold
strike of clock - and - emptiness
and escape does not mean safety
you'll be stabbed with a knife
poisoned or whatsoever
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no one here gets out alive.