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Brood of the Gore
The life is measured and it`s boring, When understand what happens around, Day-to-day the same You go on the closed circle And think you has found out all that could About the world which encloses you. But you have forgot about one place... Glance to yourself inside! Something, not this have you found? The whole brood, not for this did you search? You are with us, didn`t you know? Understand, not this do you want? Power of another's muscles through your anatomy, New feelings, new sensations, Gore obsessed, blood purified. Safely accept that you have found in youself. You suddenly have understood: the human is nothing. Now you concentrate much more force Mind of the human on a service of predator, It will become an outcome. Look! Something, not this have you found? The whole brood, not for this did you search? You are with us, didn`t you know? Understand, not this do you want? |
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