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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

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