Eat Ukrainian borscht, chew horseradish like honey – it is healing, and by the fall we will go to The Hague, there is a world boarding house there.
The ringleader of lies and excuses, carriers of vile tales, neighbors of grief and suffering, the bloody dog of the Kremlin’s faces.
Father of Russian fascism, minister of bunkering sciences, head of lawlessness and sadism, a sick hotbed of mole torment.
There is no account of the Fuhrer’s merits, but the mean look is still looking into the distance.
The day will come, they will enter without knocking to slap a medal on his forehead.
You must be logged in to post a comment.