• An incident sank into memory It reflects in the purulent tomorrow I was in my own world and created society I even destroy my own feelings… The desired answer exists nowhere Someone invites me with a practical hand to the below Stupid monkeys don’t notice it but dance Yeah… there is no more identity You just want to have bondman for yourself Is there freedom here? LUSTFUL DUSTMAN FUCKFACE FUCKALL There is no faking in a silent heart Give love to all the loyal people Destroy your own world and create society Destroy… everything

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