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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

"Foolish young Jedi! What kind of madman are you, who dares to violate my final resting place! Your fascination with the Dark-Side things will lead you into grave trouble."

The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard to die for his.

"Foolish young Jedi! What kind of madman are you, who dares to violate my final resting place! Your fascination with the Dark-Side things will lead you into grave trouble."

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

Awaken!

The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard to die for his.

Faith rarelly calls up on us in the moment of our choosing!

"Now comes the part where I relieve you, the little people, of the burden of your failed and useless lives. But remember, as my plastic surgeon always said: if you gotta go, go with a smile."

...they were crying when their's sons left, God is wearing black...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

...they were crying when their's sons left, God is wearing black...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.