Counts money in rows
drummer who only likes to let the
stones tremble
as in
siebentorigen Thebes.
The end is written
on the sarcophagus.
With the flash in the final seconds beat
since their
will shudder and it shall mingles
fools
death with life.
evening
flashing in the mirrors
the day.
And stunned their senses
with hammers
the gape in the butt now
emptiness of the night with a trembling
hand and his hair ruffled
.
And woe to the nature
the now
only comes too late to be starting
the envelope atomized
his way back out into the
eternal battle.
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