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The coldest of all cold monsters

The lie crawls out of his mouth:

"I, the state, am the people"

Destroyer, who baits so many

Who hangs a sword over them

And a hundred cravings

What he says, he lies

And what he holds, is stolen

Truly, he beckons to

The preachers of death!

See how he attracts to himself!

Oh, he guesses the rich hearts

That willingly squander themselves

Oh, even in you great souls

He whispers lbs gloomy lies!

"I, the state, am the people"

Destroyer, who bates so many

Who hangs a sword over them

And a hundred cravings

What he says, he lies

And what he holds, is stolen

You were tired at war

And now your weariness

Serves the monster

Heroes and honorable

He wants to put around him

Where the slow suicide of all

Is called "life"

Where all lose themselves

Verily, a good Samaritan!

They all want towards the throne,

As if happiness were sitting on it!

So let them suffocate!

In the fumes of their cravings