I remember a hen wanting tobe christ But the pig devoured it and since then It has been cackling with astonishment
Wanting to say it's name And to become
So I will reproduce and crawl out In billions of gods that first tempted me And a pig took their legs away for that And they will be a host made of meat
And after dinner time A rhetorical question Will be keeping you awake "Will the worms ever like you, If you square with them?"
Yet a short breath held back The word in the sad throat But still trying looks at the soil Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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