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The young turnip
came up
with a hiccup
P.JRTIS.JN REVIEW
Stop it commands the Empress
When they were all in the cellar
I noticed that the photographer
intended to take a group and some of them
stood aside with
a false discretion
A little more to the right
Good woman
said the leader of the platoon
Nobody looks human
I like family portraits
they're so cold
I watch with interest
the white magnesium flare
It makes me think of flames
It make me think of roses
Above all, hold your poses
Don't move
Don't move
And after that they did not move
I must say this is nice
this isn't an everyday treat
a fine bath of vitriol
Continuation of the photographic tactics
Around me melts the empire
for all time
with the flesh of the false martyrs
with the bones of the wolf-cubs
with the eyes of the false gods
their nails
their tongues
their hair and their blood
for all time
for all time
sceptre and shadow
for all time
the black past
