The bone came for the old commie

erstwhile upon a time after an old commie

With a sharp scythe, the bone came,

From the shadow on the wall, she shuffled,

To get him out of this world,

The ominous flash of the invisible scythe,

It bounced deep in an old communist pupil,

He felt a unusual anxiety in his soul.

In which this existence did not believe,

Like abruptly he couldn't breathe,

In his empty head he felt a unusual pain,

The drill started with the old commie in the belly,

He didn't feel so good.

Meanwhile, a cautious bone,

She was standing right behind him.

She lifted the scythe silently,

To do his work,

Seeing her head turned gray,

A diabolical laughter ominously giggling,

She immediately swung a knife,

Stopped abruptly by any mysterious force...

It's an angel's hand,

An elevated scythe abruptly stopped,

An unexpected messenger from Heaven

He immediately demanded the detention of his execution!

He's an old commie patient angel,

Though he had it warmly above his ears,

Carefully, he approached him,

In fresh life, moments with no spare warning:

- "There's no time anymore,

Before the eyelids close forever,

For blind belief in criminal communism,

Hit your chest immediately!

For his mindless blindness with communism,

Beg Heaven for forgiveness,

At the end of his life, shed tears,

Apologize for your boundless folly!

Though you have believed in communism your full life,

Now that it's over,

Let the small shame feel,

In your soul it will germinate freely...

For preaching a criminal ideology,

All my life, without any reflection,

Now sink into the shame of the abyss,

Apologize to God for the mistakes of youth!”

Hearing the conscience of the interior voice,

The old commie is greatly offended,

He's all over the place.

Throwing his pathetic grotesque threats:

- "Neither do I think to pray to God!

I will take and pray to Lenin!

Lenin would sooner perceive to me,

For there is no God!”

And my eyes are misty,

To Lenin's image on the wall,

Satisfied with his ugly smile,

Old man, a wrinkled face he robbed.

Seeing the image of the large chief revolution,

He was moved in the depths of his hardened heart,

Kneeled on both knees,

Inspired by his speech,

- erstwhile in my gray, colorless youth,

On any jagged old poster,

The first time my eyes saw you,

O large chief of the communist revolution,

Your pointed beard,

My eyes were nipped,

I couldn't get my eyes off her,

She seemed so beautiful to me...

Blind and unconditional in communism faith,

It was the essence of my life,

So it was as if carried on wings,

To the organization I immediately ran to enroll!

Through the intricate life of my way,

I have always been faithful to you, chief of the revolution,

Timeless Communism ideals,

My full life they've been driving me,

On the feces,

I've always carried the flag red,

Walking proudly at the ft of the pole,

Without respect to reactionaries,

Today I stay absolutely convinced,

That in the country of the backwater and backward,

Communism had to be introduced at all costs,

No substance what the side effects,

Just, oh, just communism,

The real salvation is for humanity,

Never two-faced capitalism,

It's profit-oriented and exploitative!

I've been an ardent Communist my full life

And specified as I will stay at his end,

They won't scare me with hell crap,

By an anti-socialist clergy fabricated!”

And so before Lenin's portrait,

Kneeling with reverence on my knees,

The old commie's tears were pouring,

Tears swallowing bitterly cried...

Contemplating this different view,

Death bare-handedly banged her forehead,

When the speech abruptly took her away,

She unknowingly released the Kosa...

Embarrassed to the bone,

With her bony hand in her head,

As she gathered her scattered thoughts, she was about to raise:

- I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing! How embarrassing!!!

Seeing things like this picture,

A thousand-year-old wise bone,

She thought the full thing through.

And she came to this conclusion:

- erstwhile I tell this to the blacks in the hellholes,

Eternity will be laughing,

Ready to halt your evil course,

The soul of condemned sophisticated torment,

There will be no 1 under the boilers to light,

Condemns in pitchforks to stuff,

While these are laughing,

They will forget their responsibilities.

I mean, hell's gonna freeze,

When I tell his crew,

About this inexpressible stupidity,

I've seen nothing in my own eyes!

Big shinnies laughing,

They're turning the boilers upside down,

From the overturned boilers the tar will spill,

And in boiling tar, all hell will sink...

As he begins to preach there,

From the devils of laughter and loud,

Ready to break the walls of hell,

The old commie's gonna make hell...

What to do here, what to do here????

I think it's just to let go...

In the fumes of absurd leave him,

Let him pray to Lenin alone...

By the powers of hell, I don't want to be whistled...

I think I'll leave him alone for now...

By his irrational and insane confessions,

I don't think Hell's ready yet..."

Counting thousands of years,

Which many have already seen,

From this infamous embarrassment,

She's about to disappear,

As in the invisible room,

So she vanished into the air,

She didn't come back very soon.

Not wanting to hazard a hell of a fall...