All our thoughts and feelings are not in cities. Not in Kherson, Izyum, Slavyansk or Dementievka. All our expectations, hopes and aspirations are in the Defense Forces of Ukraine.
The New Ukrainian Religion
If they decided to attack, they are right. If they decide to retreat, they are right again.
God, my faith is strong, and f*r who can shake me in it. My faith is not blind, I know perfectly well how hard it is for the guys now, and I madly appreciate their sacrifice in the name of the people of Ukraine.
Note, Lord, not in the name of the state, not the department, not the state apparatus and not any either symbols, but in the name of people. Lord, do you know what kind of people we have? Gold, not people. Diamonds, motherfucker, God forgive me.
The Prayer of War
Do you see how they f*ck? How are they collapsing, how rapaciously and passionately are the people of Ukraine fighting? It's all in Your name, Lord, we kill now, and constantly, and forever and ever, amen.
And under the last August stars they offer you a prayer, Lord , the way they know how – with fire, a sword and several rockets “Hymars”, three hundred and thirty-three. Lord, may these words forever be in our new Bible.
And I'll be damned if I draw any conclusions, shout about watermelons or sing victorious speeches. I just need to do everything so that the men and women in the fields and plantings can and can. And believe in any of their decisions, actions and words. Support, who the fuck else will support them, tell me, huh?
