In circles
Это перевод на английский язык моего стихотворения "Язык программирования ада"
Those bound to plethoras of hells
Have memories scampering in circles.
Their writ-on-water circle stamps
Into unknown attempt to talk us.
However wishfully we try
To lose the burden of their treaty,
With force they sway our den awry,
Perch on our carcass with no piety.
Alas, impartial surly law
Clad in sterility of rigor
That takes no side - can but withdraw
And let us gloom at devil's snigger
And in the next ensuing round,
With force we sway abodes to ember
Rejoicing devil beats the drum,
In circles skillfully we scamper
