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• Artiste: Nefarium
• Titre: 136 Bastard Priests Murdered
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The end... You will go through the echo of the eternal abyss Which separates one thought from another, Getting further from The brief and intuitive path. Which unites every act to its mental Origins, so that you will find yourselves In a desert of inert materials and a crowd of insensible and cold bodies. You will be The nucleus of a sick cell. You will warn the heavy and wearing decadence Which will erode any innocent. The murmurs of thousands of innocents, The whisper of looks which are less attentive, Will give life, With every blink of the eye, To a new crossroad Where the same old man will bow his head with pride, Inviting you to visit the nomadic museum Of equilibrium The sphere of doubt rolls along a steep slope and the sick paws of a dirty pig, Which by now is reconciled with destiny, glide. The youngest beings choke, so that the divine germ Cannot devour tomorrow.