Désolés de ne pas avoir brandi de pancartes pour réclamer nos rations de survie, c'est que l'impudeur a ses limites. L'ironie aussi. Souillez notre dévotion, lacérez nos paupières, on sera toujours a**ez cons pour vous glorifier. Messies et bourreaux peuvent ne faire qu'un, sur le papier presque rien ne change. Implorer. Imploser.
"Sorry for not waving placards calling for our survival rations, it's that shamelessness has its limits. The irony too. Defile our devotion, lacerate our eyelids, we will always be stupid enough to glorify you. Messiahs and executioners can become one, on paper almost nothing changes. Implore. Implode."
"Sorry for not waving placards calling for our survival rations, it's that shamelessness has its limits. The irony too. Defile our devotion, lacerate our eyelids, we will always be stupid enough to glorify you. Messiahs and executioners can become one, on paper almost nothing changes. Implore. Implode."