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um des hasses willen

Sit pudor, o virgines Felix
there is a gift from Christ to mankind,
there is no love, they cannot.
no love, um des Hasses willen!
Mankind loves not to be loved.
Human beings hate, hate.
Man is thinking, what?
I know.
I know the lies.
Snakes buried in the ground,
Broken teeth hidden in trees,
Organs scattered on the ground,
Hair on the bed,
The blood in your hands.
The body in the trash.
Meat in the stomach.
I don't feel!
I don't feel the hand buried in me.
I don't feel the maggots circulating in my heart;
Oh, that I love.
I'm hurt!
It hurts me!
My nails are on the floor.
Blood is running out of my fingers.
Your glove is very comfortable,
very gentle and very soft.
It leaves a mark on my throat.
I think!
I think about the location of his grave.
I think about the taste of the blood I put in the wine glass.
I think of your gut running into my gums.
The piece of skin hanging from my chin,
Your eye falling down,
The bite trail on your hip,
Your womanhood hidden under my saliva
'm dead!
I pray for a long time,
I love you for a long time.
I lived!
You fell in love in a short time.
I broke your heart a lot.
I knelt before you.
I kissed the post, you blew my tears.
Please, I said.
I said don't
You listen!
You are god!
I advised me to be selfish.
You're finally!
You destroyed your kindness!
Kind God,
As butterflies fly inside of me once more;
You stuck a knife in the butterfly.
I feel my waters in my legs.
It's dripping down.
Pain or pleasure?
Love or death?
God, you gave me all.
Kind god,
 me,
kill me,
damn me
love me,
kiss Me,
hate me
slap me,
bite my throat,
pour my blood
Kind god,
Shall we hug?
Last time?
No way!
I do not feel!
My god, my god
I'll go first
Get out!
Disappear!
Don't come back again!
Never?
Never!

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