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I hear angels screaming,
Their wings stink of gasoline,
Their blood falls like rain,
From the scarred sky onto my face.
I see angels dying,
/>burn up in the sea of u200bu200bflames,
like fireworks to destruction,
their bodies create waves.
I can smell their flesh,
Angel blood boils in the fire.
Dead eyes sightless burn,
and it becomes night.
Darkness covers the land
like a black shroud.
It graciously takes away my view
of what is happening The ground is crawling,
only his breathing can be heard,
can hardly disturb my peace anymore.
And I rise,
out of blood and corpse grease!
Wipe the bodies from my eyes.
Grotesque shapes, dead flesh,
sculpted by my brother,
Guide me to greetings!
Always higher, slowly, dignified,
My gaze probes the dead land,
adorned by flesh,
washed clean, bloodless.
Freed from the breath of life,
from all senses,
/>which suddenly desecrates its beauty.
And soon my place is reached,
very far up,
below the moon,
only the sky is crying in neon red,
proclaims without remorse:
God is dead!
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