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The madness is complete

Chaos is order, all as one

Empty shells without matter

Degenerating and collapsing

Untouchable are the sinners of slavery

Unforgivable democracy

False is true. The handmade truth

Molded to pleasure and please

To imprision the free

I say: "Arm yourself"

Release your fear upon others

Inflict pleausure upon the worthy

Upon the few

Mechanic order, organic chaos

A painting by sand bliss

A painting without paint.

an inkless tattoo

Dead. All are dead

Resistance is everywhere,

will it ever end

By my hand or a simple wish

Power of thougth.

Pain

Release me from captivity

Make way bastards

I am angry; with nothinmg to loose

This fight will be good