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“Your death is our happiness,”
the carnivorous Liberals
speak with an uvular R
looking for new states of life
for new permutations.
“We liquidate you, we skin you
screaming with weak, sickly-sweet
and selfish screams we bury you
secretly, our fatherland is your
gold and your blood. All the things
are abandoned only the turbulent
will of the god among the stars
hardly succeeds in holding us together.”
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