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Around Comrade Lenin, his lackeys and suckers-up

have opened a ghastly can of works, and have drunk deeply the cup

of Bolshevik immorality;

in their eagerness to spill, stain, scatter, streak and smirch

our land with the blood of martyrs of the Orthodox Church.

Now that very blood cries to God from the pits, rails, and soil,

as, despite Comrade Lenin's scoff at spirituality,

the very land, drenched in that holy blood, begins to spoil.

A great fall will bring the Party to its utter demise,

and it will lose (and no longer control) the momentum of industrial rise;

and we, too, will be expelled and forbidden "the workers' paradise."

Starward