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The coldest of all cold monsters
The lie crawls out of his mouth:
"I, the state, am the people"
Destroyer, who baits so many
Who hangs a sword over them
And a hundred cravings
What he says, he lies
And what he holds, is stolen
Truly, he beckons to
The preachers of death!
See how he attracts to himself!
Oh, he guesses the rich hearts
That willingly squander themselves
Oh, even in you great souls
He whispers lbs gloomy lies!
"I, the state, am the people"
Destroyer, who bates so many
Who hangs a sword over them
And a hundred cravings
What he says, he lies
And what he holds, is stolen
You were tired at war
And now your weariness
Serves the monster
Heroes and honorable
He wants to put around him
Where the slow suicide of all
Is called "life"
Where all lose themselves
Verily, a good Samaritan!
They all want towards the throne,
As if happiness were sitting on it!
So let them suffocate!
In the fumes of their cravings
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