>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Communism so much, I had all the Flags and Propaganda
>I pray to Stalin every night before bed, thanking him for the life I’ve been given
>"Communism is love" I say; “Communism is life”
>My dad hears me and calls me a fucking commie
>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Communism
>I called him a bourgois scum
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
>I’m crying now, and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and it’s really cold
>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
>It’s Stalin
>I am so happy
>He whispers into my ear “This is my gulag.”
>He grabs me with his powerful prolatariat hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees
>I’m ready
>I spread my ideologies for Stalin
>He famines my Ukraine
>It hurts so much but I do it for Communism
>I can feel his iron fist as my eyes start to water
>I pull towards his force
>I want to please Stalin
>He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my oppressed nation with his love
>My dad walks in
>Stalin looks him straight in the eyes and says “The Kulaks deserved it”
>Stalin leaves through my window
>Communism is love. Communism is life.
Go away this place is fucking deaf