Come next day
When every ankh
It will have broken
On my red blood
I'm thinking about it.
To find them
My revolt
The end of the cycle
To risk my life
This evil
I want it
And I'm managing it
Like the repentant panther
I'll tackle you to the ground
To speak of elegant language
Engaging to the point of yelling
These people, throwing as a pledge
These rushes, the cogs of their marriage
From Versailles to Paris and surrounding areas
Do you hear in their commotion
The opprobrium cast upon the gods and the magicians?
At our doorstep, guys are raging
Playing "metal" in train stations and garages
“What is the basis of wintering?”
Let the seasons pass by without their passing
Let the snows be crossed by swimming
"Let it be summer!" they shout, "Let it be the beach!"
The aforementioned horns and discordant strings in the setting already thaw the water jets of indeterminate age because they rock square karaoke coke almost echoing the cocky rococo
Then the death knells tolled in a cacophony of sounds.
And the ice cubes melt.
You finally hear the song
And your lips, reddened by slight chilblains, you sing:
“What if we let the heavens open?
The flow of audio falls from here, so high
What we were saying was odious
It would crush those who deviate from these studied ideas.
Instilled in schools and high places
Have they forgotten how easy it is for us to erase?
Humans that can be remade no matter when, no matter how
Let's dislodge them! May the flood bring two points of water
Making one of torrents, skies and streams
O Fate Atropos! A flock flees! Slay and pierce skin and bones!
O Moirai Lachesis! Release the water to these cowards!
O Fate Clotho! May the water flow from above and sweep away or shatter everything!
Ô Moirae! Ô Ratio!
May the heavens wet with siaux!
Moriundur quia habent omnes moriendi rationes:
mores rationalis mores rationis est."
We, the unprecedented gods
They will not necessarily have more passion
That of an executioner for his punishments
Administering is the only thing he cherishes.
Where he operated out of pleasure
Such a thug is a twisted piece of trash
Like us
What a misfortune to only be passionate when punishing
Don't you remember?
The saying goes
That punishing is a punishment
These Satans reigning over hell
They will be punished for their overbidding.
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