Another night. Another Passion of the Christ

Another night. Another Passion of the Christ. Off to the bar at a run to cut out a nasty cyst. And quench the dark of mindlessness with thick tobacco smoke. I remember a time — I was an obedient son. And the burden of life didn't hang like a cow's udder. I was in love with her, and everyone was healthy.. Now we just compare the dicks of our diseases… But at least it's clear who around us is dead wood and who's good… It'll come clear, if life suddenly pins you with a boot to the asphalt. And who'll put down a mat when a twisty-flourish somersault, Just because, or out of merciless boredom, You decide to pull, chasing the skirt of some greedy bitch… Not exactly a Pretty Woman, Richard Gere-style. She'll tear up your sneakers, wear your brain down to holes… Such a one we call a friend, and entrust our soul, And know they'll forgive when by chance I chicken out… And we'll remember long, but with a laugh, Until our backs grow over with shaggy fur. Until, all on my own, I kick the bucket. Treasure those who haven't left to disturb the sleeping. But either we've grown that shallow in spirit, Or maybe out of habit we trust those flies on shit? Dung, after all, is basically fertilizer for the soil… Will anyone get how depraved we are In words, in deeds — beneath each thought there lurks analysis. Call the priest, let him perform the soul's dialysis By the canon, so that forever The eyes would close, the lids calmly shut… Another night. Another entity set free. Since I was spawned I've never seen such spawn. Let it now live in the world with everyone, not inside. Another night — accept, and wipe it all away.