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And The Dying....
And then the dying…
It becomes life.
Those who hate us are the ones we love
The agreement creates intimacy.
The cousin who contradicts herself
Is the one who will come back to you in dreams.
And her harsh insults
Become crying pleas as her dead soul learns to rot…
She sits on some throne like the tyrant she is,
Or maybe like a symbolic queen.
And then the dying…
It becomes life.
Our God curses us, justifiably,
We condemned him to existence, and
The cousin who contradicts herself
Is the one who will come back to you in dreams.
The masters of genocide,
They save humanity from humans.
She sits on some throne like the tyrant she is,
Or maybe like a symbolic queen.
Maybe she was just our slave
Because could we bare suicide without a partner?
And our God curses us, justifiably,
We condemned him to existence.
As Anglo democracy
Embraces the German who was Polish.
The masters of genocide,
They save humanity from humans.
The crying mothers, with no children,
Give birth to something decayed.
Maybe she was just our slave,
Because could we bare suicide without a partner?
Those who hate us are the ones we love
The agreement creates intimacy.
As Anglo democracy
Embraces the German who was Polish.
And her harsh insults
Become crying pleas as her dead soul learns to rot…
The crying mothers, with no children,
Give birth to something decayed.
