Ode To Death

How nice that our lieders could not to live forever. You just imagine what happened our world for if our immortal comrades might electing himself handred and handred times for presidency. Only think, dear, what happenned around, if our national leader will create innumerous tandems, constitutions and rules for legitimace eternal presidency, will printed in the memory of generations and generations, as a superman and superstar on the various horses, on the countless planes and jets in the countless submarins, on the countless Siberian rivers with naked proudly torse in present time (and naked soul and batress on future retrospect) on the spacerships and warships, on the fares corner of space, with sombrero on head and without it on the wing of Saturn, as a golden giant stature in the deserts of Asia, and so on, so on your exellency and your majesty, till the completely crackdown of heaven. Thank you, my Lord for sharp limitation such maddening plays and replications from our rulers.