Empire [Theme]

The last words of the sovereign were: “Hurry home. Die in the palace."

Sleep, Empire, in peace!

The Ukrainian idea has always failed because of its stinking content. Completely unconstructive. Absolutely incompetent and self-destructive. She always turned into a ruin. And now it seemed to you that the Ukrainian idea has triumphed and built something. She didn't build it. First built by the Russian Empire. Then the Soviet Union built a quasi-state for you. Which in 1991 was just given to you. This is what we, Russians, gave you from Moscow. And what did you do with this gift, morons? Two hundred thousand killed! And you could understand this if you didn’t puff out your cheeks endlessly, telling each other about how good Stepan Bandera was, although he was a complete moron, a complete psychopath. That is why you are in this position now. And everything could have been different if they had come off their embroidered shirts, from their moronic complexes of revenge. If they showed themselves as mature statesmen. But you couldn't be. In order to understand this, one must be critical of oneself. We must repent. You have to unmask yourself. But you can't, because most of you are unbelievers. For you, repentance is a sign of weakness. That's why you're in trouble with your head. And no matter what kind of tanks they supply to you - this is the essence of Ukrainian nationalism, it, one hell, will kill the state called Ukraine.

This state was reborn on the bones of my family, but the empire will live as long as the blood of Lucian Burko flows in me.

But for thieves and idiots to have their own empire - for the first time in the history of mankind!

Telegram (03.10.2022).

the rain hurts in the bones.

The Empire has learned a lesson. Thanks Empire!

- I mean, the Romans are brought up by wolves, they see a guy who turns water into wine. What are they doing? They devour him. Because there are no saints in the animal kingdom. Only breakfast and dinner.

Empires are created by force, and only force can preserve them.

- Franz Wertvollen, "Shot of Life"

She is run by a crazy galley slave.

Nothing is unshakable. Everything can be destroyed. Towers reaching to heaven, Houses whose riches any empire can envy, shining seraphim who once enjoyed the trust of God. Even families who were supposed to love you. There is nothing permanent in the world except change.

Sometimes it happens that things, seemingly unshakable, perceived as a vital background - an empire, a political party, a religion, a historical monument, or even people with whom you share your everyday existence - suddenly disappear. Thousands of other things usually change after this.