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Iskra
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Ruins
How long shall we lay dead
dead in the streets of great cities
arise - your blood, fire
arise and aspire
our visions shall not be lost
the sword shall not sleep in hand
memory is state, created
encrustations that form a corrupt exterior
what is created
can be annihilated
none shall cease from mental fight
forward anarchic destruction
blast the killing grip of dogma
the blight of machinery
ruined palaces
cities, and mighty works
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stupendous ruins
furnaces of affliction
no perfection, no purity
no dreams of subservience
the corruption of law
degrading energies
nature awaits the harvest of nations
the blood of our accuser
judge, and executioner
runs down the palace walls
and into the midnight street
killing grip of dogma, and the blight of machinery
ruined palaces and mighty works
no perfection, no purity
assailed dreams of the father-land
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