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The abominable pre-existence recollected
Castrated tyrants and their existence even denied
Crawling in the mud
Supported by the ideal
Led them to despair
Life with the ideal
Death with the ideal

The logical non-sense
Spiritual Corruption
Escaping from the reality
Somnambulist’s murmur
All comes here
The one-way carnage
The feast on your self

Don’t avert your eyes
Rapture of pervert deep in the eyelids
Don’t cover your ears
Angel’s chattering, shameful melody of the dead

Brand of blasphemy ebullient
My dears ringing never stops
I thought I knew’
It’s not my fault’
Calling my name from the past
Hatred is sweet poison the god created
For the graceful thought of narcissism
Let’s bathe my hands in blood again

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