"Et gouttes apres gouttes, j'instilerai mon dégout, jusqu'a ce que finalement tu perisses."
C'est ce déchaînement de sentiments humain qui baigne ses quelques lignes.

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15.11.11

Even the man that calls knowledge 
His mother, his way, his sea, 
Would not dare listening to me, 
Raising my voice to take a stand. 

Oh Reason, come and see, 
How your child is in demand. 
My Brothers all in fury, 
Would like you to be banned. 

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