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scurt, o in terventie lirica, asa pentru cei 2 cititori care ma au in feed reader si se intreaba zilele astea daca mai exist. cu accent pe-a doua strofa, ca sa sugeram (subtil dar totodata direct) si parfumul vremilor noastre.
hai, engioi, bai pinguinilor!
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in my pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fateI march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.
Ti-a placut? Pai atunci lasa vorba sau da-ti cu parearea. Sau, de ce nu baga-ma-n rss reader. Daca nu stii ce-i ala rss-reader - ca doar nimeni nu s-a nascut invatat, pina afli, poti sa te abonezi pe e-mail. click aici si gata!
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