The
blood is flowing, and the soul is taking
flight
the only occasion to set our senses free
under
the eyes of the original comforters
fags
who meticulously prepare a catastrophe
to
stick it into you and you depart for the Death
as
if you knew that a party, a joy, a celebration
are
awaiting you and alcoholic beverages, drugs,
cigarettes
of that kind that cause harm are forced
down
your throat nonetheless the forehead
of
the warrior is still wet with blood the riches
spurting
out with every huge explosion!
The
atrocious death is ash. Nor are there
corpses
– ashes and diamonds.
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