The wood that hide the lies from the people,
In the circle of friends. The pace of truth which,
Enters the body of vines and thorns.
When the soap of powers plays the drums of,
rage and violence. The waters of sounds and,
seduction. The core of a clear rule, which was,
Covered by the open skinned suicide.
The marriage of a worlds dream. The milk of,
Time and powdered love
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