The burn in the sky is bleeding all evening.
The clouds are peeling off like skin.
The man who burned in the tank had a house and a friend.
And also in the burnt canal.
And one continued to wear an icon on his chest,.
And the other didn't even think about the miracle.
The sentinel glances to the side at the peephole of the moon.
Nothing, make some noise and it will happen.
Everything seems to be in the head - after all, that's what hell is for.
So that you can hear grinding and moaning.
But how gently the trees rustle here sometimes.
And how sincerely the symbols cry...
2026.