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Ludwig Von 88
New Orleans
Paris Burns
Paris burns, I'm afraid
Of confusion and terror
Like the neutrons in suspension
Who, with an air of subjection
They rub shoulders with dead children in love
Irradiation is therefore necessary
With our nails dig our graves
Paris is getting excited it's raining bombs
Is Paris blazing with stupid stories
Of stripes on old seniles
Who for a flag bury us
In dark cellars or cemeteries
The sun shines in my blockhouse
It comes it shines and it explodes
Our bodies turn to ashes again then
Paris is upset, were we wrong
Is Paris dying from cremations
At the hour of his extreme anointing
While underground they murmur
Throw away these bones on a rack
To the children who died for their homeland
Who leave their lives on the walls
Blackish shapes in the night
Paris is falling apart Half everything is finished...