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Sensations live,
The instincts conquer the soul.
The honour thieves..
The taste of sweetness,
The rage of dissatisfaction
And all the causes of the world.

Be mine, be wine!
The potion which brings the bliss.
And let the rest just disappear in the dusk
Of the alluring ignorance.

Onward movement to the origin
Where there’s no the progress perversion.
Just the nudity of the wishes.
Where all try for the good.
For their own good.

One step back
One step back to the unknown,
Recall the feelings when you was just born –
Shearing pain, seizing frost,
Cramp in veins, Hellish thirst,
First dismay!

Then mother’s milk revealed the taste of this life to you.

Joys malicious, but what’s initial?
Each breath stays unofficial.

Sheep daylight – the only fortune before the fall.
Days and nights and the constant fear to lose it all..
Primitive leitmotif ages before: We want more
The woman’s face as an excuse for all the gore!

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