Big sword,
J’ai dans les yeux l’absolu
Those flames took control,
Became an entity,
Of many cells we are composed.
These birds again,
With razor blades.
Stopped counting.
Kids cry.
Who holds the sword..
changeledestin.
The parasites must leave.
Or is it a cross for all my sins ?
Your life is a book.
But thats alright, hush.
Les samouraïs arrive
ront ils.
Count on your-self.
four-leaf clover,
finders keepers
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