The end of the world

It is

with great respect

that I greet you

said the voice in my head

I look at the keyboard

close to catatonic I spell out

The great secret word and breathe out

fume of popsiclorum Deux cannes posees sur

un mur, voila ce que j'en fais

de votre signe sacre

In enough pipe

to holdtoo

You

still,

And flee between two queeds

Dear slave

I am the Master

I swear

And if you don't believe real carnation

take that cross

pon your head

crowned or not...

I am

Aleph-Alpha

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Board on the window ceel

Eerie

Como

Una ciudad de la grand habitacion,

signe:

Bha'aleb Brave Gars

unde r the chair of the provisor...

will blow out at 5:30

and smell of sulphurydes...Salauds!

Invert that pyramid....Bastards!

Bha'aleb

vaincra!!!!!!!!!!

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King of the world!!!!!!!!!

Salauds!!!!!!!\0->\

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