Yevgeny Prigozhin, I hope you are what is dead. I hope you are raped in Hell by your own father and uncles. You defile Russia you rapist murderer, and do not ever mistake my words peasant, your lover Putin will join you, as will many others. The black of America, the liberal White, the immoral and abominations of this cold earth.
Countless death, and those who've wronged me and hurt me and stole my innocence, you suffer too, wait and see.
I kiss the girls, the heart of each held infinite life for the heart of the other, what I say is true.
I drink and dance to your deaths, go to God to live, you went some place else, like I said, many will join you, I observe unmoved, no one is sent to Hell, it's a choice, you chose it and so did they. Reap it. Worldly stars align in funeral rows, sacred perfection, simplicity, all around you, look around, it's happening, dance, dance on the ashes of the corpses, the dust under your shoes, dance, as it is, amen.