Threads: Ode To A Russian Orc

 05/02/25

I want to die for Putie 
And burn my soul alive; 
To be a soulless monster 
That he can contrive.

Simping and weak-willed, 
Proud to do what told! 
Enemy is thyself 
For seeking to get old.

Holy is my death, 
All glory to the state! 
When a soldier die 
Putie masturbate.

The sun owns every day, 
There is no other way; 
The truth can have no say 
When our heart we give away.

Mutilating murder, 
Treason not to do the same; 
What can future hope, 
Unloved are the insane.