The Munich Mannequins Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
Cold as snow breath, it tamps the wombWhere the yew trees blow like hydras,
The tree of life and the tree of lifeUnloosing their moons, month after month, to no purpose.
The blood flood is the flood of love,The absolute sacrifice.
It means: no more idols but me,Me and [...]
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