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Easter, easter, so under the crosses
On the pillows, makeup with no losses
Lies the bitches and all the old bosses
Politicians - in Christ who saved sources
Pig-lead nugget it now to be known
All the things seemed to live, but now don't
Smoke and mirrors are all away blown
Bitter dust on the tongue for us all
Humilated thresholds of God's home
And the icons - i break them and burn
Still so silent, and gladly awaits
Silver spider in shivering webs
Talking back, what was long away done
Baptisation, then take to graveyard
I stand crying - If you're really here
And the answer they say - We have been
Easter
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