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Feeling the cold of the night

Touching breath with my hands

my eyes are open like a dead

they hate all the light

Touching the soul of the moon

Her spirit feels so free

it’s deep like the sea

and empty like a god

You make me sick

with all your pity

So greedy

you are so weak

Hic et nun

esse est deus

Spitting to your lies

in the end i will not forget

you must be aware

that you will cry and die

poisonous and irrelevant piece of shit

try to control our mind

im not of your kind

You will be the earth’s whore