| All is in decline, more and more!
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| They are buying the future, they are selling the future where no future!
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| Everyone is ready to stick a finger in the ex-planet divine asses
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| and then lick it!
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| I am here for her nose buried in the ground
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| And I’m here from the beginning of time!
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| They scream and cry for help, but no one is around
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| They are alone! |
| They are the true sons of God!
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| Outside, nothing:
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| No illusions!
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| God likes to watch, it is a chatterbox!
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| He gave them the instincts …
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| He presented this unusual gift to entertain themselves!
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| In contrast, he established the rules:
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| Look but do not touch
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| Touch, but do not try to taste
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| Tastes, but do not swallow
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| And while you leap from one leg to the other, he is laughing!
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| Bellum Omnium Contra Omnes
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| Bis Vincit Qui Se Vincit in Victoria
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| Et Satan Ridet!
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| Omnia est malis est!
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| Et Satan Ridet!
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| (Satan): I’m here his nose buried in the ground
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| And I’m here from the beginning of time!
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| I’ve nurtured every emotion a person experiences
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| I am interested in what people really want and I do not blame him
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| Because I do not deny it!
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| Even if it is full of flaws Damned
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| I am a lover of people!
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| I — humanist!
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| The last of the humanists!
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| All, all mine!
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| It’s my time!
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| This is our time!
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| Panic flies to death
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| Death of flying in space |