Zywa
The world is waiting for us
No dogs living here anymore
we beat them to death
They didn't have a chance
under our sticks
We laughed at their whining
and at the girls
who didn't dare to look
who ran away
to where they belong
There was a hysterical child
who had hidden a dog
We hunted them together
as if they could escape
Afterwards the girl mowed
away sand between her knees
with her bare hands
The world is waiting for us
to be cleansed
We will free it
from every godless dog
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