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In the end there will be nothing left
Beauty will conquer warriors and chaos
When we are high, our soul is low
A dish with larvae, we eat and shake hands is watered with poison
We have reached it rushing through the white snow
The inevitable fall into a ruthless war. Someone will die
Hip-hop symbols will be more spectacular on a white background
Cyberpunk will be in ruin and wars
Nothing will overshadow the joy of victory
Any petunia in a pot or basket will decorate the garden
The guardian angel will help us
And a flame will burst out of a spark. Heat