I.P.T.HU
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I.P.T.HU
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Don't resist at my control
Count regressively
Of your suicide
4,3,2,1
With the habnds tied
Looking at the hunger world
My dryness throat
Your blood exhaust
The hands putting out
And emptiness came back
to the pocket
The past surprise me
Gnawing only bone
Hope World's image
Hope Children's death
Hope Word's image
Children's death
Time last
Why din't you
Remember my past
Eyes greasy of blood
Looking at unshod chieldren
Tie my hands
With false cords
I pray for glory of the past
And excuse me with present
Securing my son on my lap
With floolish face
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