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We wear. Wear the finest of silks.

I was walking. Walking in milks.

Welcome to my boucherie.

Sweat in the abattoir.

In here we are all free.

Let your tears flow like a roar.

An eternal summer filth.

The empire of desolance that I built.

There is no more beauty at all.

Walk into the city arbor.

Cruelty is my civic duty.

You will not be as a martyr.

I will be a true friend.

Wrap your self in filth and nausea.

I will walk you to the end.

Desolation with insomnia