evil, dance me to the end of love

i want facists to dance in the street when i die

i want rich people to come spit on my grave

i want ex-girlfriends to cannibalize my flesh

i want military men to crush my bones into powder

love can conquer pain and death

let me tell you something:

pain and death are nothing

compared to how love can harm you

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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