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*** Autor textu: Mike Hranica *** Autor hudby: the DEVIL WEARS PRADA
Climbing into the fire, her hands are forceful.
We’re burying earth in earth.
White hands, soft hands: carefully.
This makes no sense.
What’s that sound I hear?
I’m lost in a state of confusion.
Oh ground, I despise you, but rejoice in your essence.
Envy will cease my sky.
Greed will cease my sky.
“Here’s a farmer that hung himself on the expectation of plenty” (-Shakespeare).
At this time I feel there is no bottom to earth.
Welcome to the museum of the dead: Endless gore becomes reality.
Tradition’s dug the grave.
The inferno has commenced.
Devil Wears Prada:
