Kyllästyin tunnilla logaritmeihin, joten tein runon. Korjatkaa kielioppivirheet, jos löytyy. The weakest one of the herd sick So there's no use for him for the big So there's fresh flesh to be abused Bloodlust under uniforms let loose I see men and women in their Business suits gather upon the prey I hear low voices when they feast I smell the bloodlust of the beast Gore is spilled to the ceiling Lustful groaning overwhelms the screaming In the end of the contest There's just one question: who's the best? So when the winner straightens his tie And smiles in his formal style There's many ways to survive Killing, bloodspilling and lies In modern, bright times of ours Or black, sick midnight hours? There's some virtues over others Kill your brother sell your mother to the brothel Blood stains all briefcases and hands It doesn't matter Edit: edit "Minä sanon teille: täytyy vielä sisältää kaaosta voidakseen synnyttää tanssivan tähden."
-F.Nietzsche |