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from Chronicles from the tomb by Bolesno Grinje

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Apatija širom otvara vrata, osjeća se miris, miris
siromaštva. Veliki zastor prekriva sve tamom, ispruži
ruku da dobiješ govno .Počinje igra blještavih figura
pod kontrolom megalomanskog stroja. Smjena na
tronu, pomolimo se, jer pravi igrači tek dolaze.
Centar pljačka periferiju, periferija voli kleptokraciju,
cirkus po najgorem scenariju. Naivni i slijepi možda
sve shvatimo dok kopamo svoj vlastiti grob. Smjena
na tronu, pomolimo se, jer pravi igrači tek dolaze.
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Apathy widely opens the doors, there is a certain
smell, the smell of poverty. Large curtain covers
all in darkness, hold out your hand to get the shit.
Shiny figures start the game controlled by
megalomaniac machine. Shift on the throne, let
us pray because real players are yet to come.
Center is robbing periphery, periphery like
cleptocracy, circus by worst-case scenario, naive
and blind maybe we realize everything while
digging our own grave. Shift on the throne, let us
pray because real players are yet to come.

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from Chronicles from the tomb, released July 27, 2014

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