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Неплохо!

From contradictions
New worlds are born.
The old ways shattered,
The veil is torn.

The hammer strikes,
The anvil sings.
Revolutions rise
On broken wings.
Through dialectics
The truth unfolds
The workers’ fire
Turns iron into gold

Material forces
Drive the stage
The struggle written
On every page
Thesis and antithesis
Thus collide
Synthesis blooms
On their divide