Poems...

I don't know about you, but it makes me happy... Judge for yourself: A mercenary soldier. You're tired of killing for other people's children, risking your life and shooting, having nothing, but now you have other tasks: you decided to enlist as a mercenary. Watching everyone through the scope of your rifle, you only hope for the luck of a soldier! You have a couple of boxes of ammunition behind you, and in your pocket, the last bullet and an icon! You stand at a crossroads, and Christ is on the cross. He took our sins and curses upon himself for us. By choosing war, you will multiply the losses. You don't love anyone, you don't believe anyone! You don't love anyone, you don't believe anyone... Again, someone is shouting about the greatness of Russia, and you are shedding blood and seeing violence. Great doubts torment your soul. No generation can live without war. Sometimes in the name of Christ, sometimes in the name of Allah, they kill, but a single fate awaits them. Someone's mother will cry over her dead son - this is also the job of a mercenary soldier! You stand at a crossroads, and Christ is on the cross. He took our sins and curses upon himself for us. By choosing war, you will multiply the losses. You don't love anyone, you don't believe anyone! But now you will love, now you will believe... You are afraid to fall asleep without seeing the dawn, and in your pocket, there is a piece of green paper... You sold your soul for it, without knowing fear, and you don't care about Christ or Allah. The zipper on your chest burst, and the icon fell out. And there are only two boxes of ammunition left. You are in the sights of another, but he is not shooting - he is also a soldier, but he believes and knows...! You stand at a crossroads, and Christ is on the cross. He took our sins and curses upon himself for us. By choosing war, you will multiply the losses. You don't love anyone, you don't believe anyone! But now you will love, now you will believe...