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| [Text in der Originalsprache: english]
when your love kneads me with war fingers
I am the monster which stays on barricades to touch a feather from the wing of victory with a martyr fairy hello… By night I plan the tactics for the war with my god, full of perfect shoulders and I sniff through each pore that victory from above anybody… Other gods were frightened by my scales, by all my tongues which pagan coil up and sometimes I allow an Atlas to empty his shoulders from the victories he didn`t have, proclaiming them myself… I whisper you to madness every night, do not forget, I want to pronounce “perfect” only through you after I lost war and victory… I counted my battle corpses and I tied them in “me” letters up to the ballad sacred to you and I understood I am not human that loves you, but all or nothing.
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