Lap dance of rats
Won’t take your offerings, won’t believe your drip of lies and your promises. None of your pissant options. Your “rescue” efforts as the very last outcry of your fetid cesspits, so full of power and profit addiction. We are the ones to take any occasion of collapse. We are the ones to choose the rhythm of ruin. There won‘t be any change in the sewer of capitalism. This thrilling blind flight of destruction and creation is what we choose. This delightful lap dance of rats in the sewer of capitalism is what we choose, ‘cause we will rise, and from the sewer only the scum will rise.

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