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Violet fields, blooming at the nameless crime in the light of the empty screenspulsating ray short shutters of hatred ritual dance of shadow gestures
Lodge of scoffers, tangled handshumiliation, blooming on the breasts like a weedtransfused on the paper, the makes endless marches oftwisted and sick gestures, insane shapes
Evil, diminished to the measure of a tear in our might, small as the empty wordsmadmen on the sock of glory'n'tradition darkness will come, bringin' the relief
I won't see the face of god when he'll come with bowed headlegs in the slime of dirty life left in own hopelessnesson the armchair of illusions I will submit the sentence
I'll stay the moon saving the cadaverous lighton the violet fields of extinction
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