DICERIE DI IERI
I killed every single plant
That the bastards believed it was a thorn
And it was not for Easter
I killed every single flower
That the bastards believed it was a plant
And it was not for Easter
I killed all ants
That the bastards believed they were lions
And it was not for Easter
I did not kill my absolute
That the bastards did not know it was their chaos
And it is not for Easter
