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Through the indigo glass shimmers brightly the night
And watches me in my boat sailing to truest north
With my body full naked and my eyes wide open
To my happy blue ocean of clandestine agonies
Considering joyfully the death of the basilisk
And his cruel Sturmabteilung of infantine ogres
Under the longswords of the lacerated children
Of the dispossessed of their voice and their dreams
Who soundlessly wait behind the gates of hunger
And the roar of this thunder vibrating in his eyes
All ready to descend on the sea and the lake
When awaken the horn of Götterdämmerung
And finally the deer devour all the magicians.








