Toutes peines capitales confondues, c'est du plastique à l'oeil, c'est du gigot, de la chair à canon, qu'on brade à nos fous de guerre. assez d'accuser le coup, assez accuser de coups, assez pour assainer nos coups. je me fous de la gueule du monde, et de son dessein aveugle de pérénité.

Translated: It's plastic for free, it's meat, it's canon flesh that we sell off to our war maniacs. we've suffered enough, enough to wage our own war. i don't give a fuck about the world and its permanent blind designs.


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