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Sep 2018
On the devil's back
I will harvest death.
Even he is not as lifeless
as my existence.

Evil, fear and terror
are the new allies
that stand by my side.

God must cry.
Looking into my eyes
he will recognize himself
and burn the world to the ground.
Wrote that many years ago.
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