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From the roof of this world I conceive my aversion |
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Surrounded by the earthly defuncts |
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Spinning round, they massively push me on |
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Like vultures at their carrion |
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To become one of the perpetrators of the extinction |
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"Enjoy in your last hours |
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Your mediocre lives, without clearly heeding |
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The minds soaring upon you" |
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And this, and I vomit the Damocles' hatred |
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Amputating the Earth's matricide biped |
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From the roof of this world, I revel in staring at your unconcern |
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Spinning round with the earthly defuncts... |
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I become the perpetrator of extinction |
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They massively push me on and I speed up the process |
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I thereby proclaim abortion |
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Human will drown himself, just released from his mother's placenta |
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Always more formatted, always more similar |
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Du toit du monde je me delecte |
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Tournoyant autours de la charogne |
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Du bipede matricide |
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Devenu lui-meme auteur de son extinction |