| Those men who wish to exalt themselves
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| As Gods believe they will
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| Dwell amid the heavens forever
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| Those men who wish to exalt themselves
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| As Gods will meet an ardent demise
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| As cruel as any end they’ve overseen
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| «We violent ones, we last longer.» |
| — R.M. |
| Rilke
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| Our barbarism knows no bounds
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| Our blades know not of remorse
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| We will tear them from their strongholds
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| And baptize them with our savagery
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| We will tear them from their strongholds
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| And judge them with eyes enlightened by death
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| «We violent ones, we last longer.»
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| «We violent ones, we last longer.»
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| Our barbarism knows no bounds
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| Our blades know not of remorse
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| Those men who wish to exalt themselves
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| As Gods will beg for a taste of mercy
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| Our ears will fall deaf to their cries
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| Those men who wish to exalt themselves
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| As Gods will cede to our rage
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| Their constellations clouded with the dust of their decay
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| A fist for the visage
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| Of tyranny
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| A blade for the throats
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| Of tyrants |