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Dirty angels dance and groove to the beats of dying machinery,
The city burns into the ground,
Kind king will you lay me,
I don't mind your wife in the backroom where you lock her,
It is a death-enthralled relationship that takes you away,
Come and have a free-thought,
Now kind king come and sleep with the devil,
He is making mechanical beats that lure the angels,
He wants to control the minds of juvenile delinquents,
Steal their souls and form them into the battery of war,
The time is slow to recognize its misery,
Ah kind king come and fuck me,
The pain is brilliant for a dying rose.
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