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Shoot the Fiery Cow
They had no right to this
They bombed the collective mind
They destroyed the inside of our cities
I see the damage they did
Amidst the rubble of heads on shoulders
They who plant insecurities
They who bombard with lies
Who blind with absurd proposals
That dress up mistakes as if they were good things
They want to take away our humanity
Only to pretend they are getting rid of another plague
You politicians who feints towards the abyss
And your friends from the companies of unjust death
Even if our response wasn't enough
When you find yourselves alone with yourselves
You will quickly wish for the end
A society of polished monsters has a yogurt expiration date
A city of only sadists ends with everyone dead
A conversation of three lies ends with a shot for hearing the truth
A map that is a trick ends up falling
You are not worth the shit that the pigeon gave to the dress of the girl who was playing
I will be intolerant of your fascism until death
And I prefer to state this rather than fall into the pretense that there is something correct in the word
Without even realizing it, they are swallowing macabre editions of the dictionary
They end up in disarray and division for no longer understanding the words
And they claim to agree with genocides from within and without
I live in Lisbon, but this seems like the Gaza of thought, agreeing with Israel
I lost the girl who ran away with the lying fascist
He has a computer in his head and stolen karma in his phallus
He lies after using contradiction to deceive
He who replicates worthless books because they seem to work
And who rejects the obvious resemblance to manuals of destruction
She said she liked him even if in another dimension he went to bed with slaves
I lost the respect I had for that fairy
I just wanted to tell her that she is being deceived
And that along this path they will drain the brilliance that still in this life exists
I prefer to die hairy, atrophied and stupid than to go drink consolation in the gim of your fire cow
I only survive if there is a revolution
You may want their plot, to survive amongst them, but that is just agreing to the end, before battle
Go on and sell world war like a rightous act, love the abdominal work you are all doing with that lie
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Shoot the Fiery Cow
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