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Spirit's molecules in the cosmos
(while) the white man stand upon his burning bed
Death used it's one time more and he fucked us all!
And the are open

Spirit's molecules in the cosmos
(while) the dead man stand upon his burning bed
Death used it's dices one more and he fucked us all!
And the are open

[Cultoculus & M. Fabban
Bellum omnium contra
Bis qui se vincit in victoria

The Container is
The spirit start to explore the never valley
Where the dead-man walking the sun

Strong is the cry coming from the Vril
Refugium
Peccatorum!

Air is dirty... radioactive and
Millions and of candles
Millions and of dead

Echoes from the surface
vibes, electric impulses and grey lights

Generated from the earth's
And the dead white man is
Immortal?
... when illusions through it's vis logica
Giving to earth a useless projection

While the white man stand upon his burning bed
Everything is moving
In the meanders of the Satan!
and Evil's assemblage
Velocity and
can combine!

The world is his
The white man is not in the world
The world is him.