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Seized in claws of unmerciful torsions you're shocked, |
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Look around, culture spattered by stomach's bile, |
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Lost souls are going for a walk to a land of ugliness, |
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God is absent, his salvation is powerless. |
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Look at yourself, you are in vomits, it's beautiful view, |
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Yellow mixture on your mouth embellishes you, |
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Dignity, appearance are full of sympathy, |
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It's a fragment of your life, and of your pride. |
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Torsions-secret of life, |
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Vomits-secret of pride. |
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Your organism repeats regurgitation, |
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Organs of digestion excrete bad smell. |
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In the bloody mood identity dies, |
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Torsions are increasing, the last remains of vomits. |