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No frailty, no heavenly punishment
Can offer me explanations
The public secret of dream thoughs
Is no match to my machinations
The endless bitter ending of the world
Hides beneath the mountains of ash
Don´t try to touch the joy
Or you´ll break like a cheap toy
With no lessons to be learned you´ll crash
Life`s absurd in this delusive time
And this time doesn´t even exist
Nothing we do can be divine
Unless we truly persist
Damn you, you flock of sheep,
And may the wolf your shepherd be
You lack the courage to show your teeth
You lack the will to see
For want of will we never keep our word
Behind self-destruction we hide our second face
This life is a badly produced play
For a drooling audience - the higher race
