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Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long year, stole many of mans' soul and faith. And I was round when jesus christ had his moment of doubt and pain, made damn sure that pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate. Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name. But whats puzzling you is the nature of my game.
I stuck around st. petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change, killed the czar and his ministers : Anastasia screamed in vain. I rode a tank, held a generals rank when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank. Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name. Ah, whats puzzling you is the nature of my game.
I watched with glee while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the gods they made. I shouted out "Who killed the kennedys?", when after all it was you and me. Let me please introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste. And I laid traps for troubadours who get killed before they reached bombay. Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name. But whats puzzling you, is the nature of my game.
Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners saints as heads is tails ; just call me lucifer cause Im in need of some restraint.
So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, and some taste ; use all your well-learned politesse or Ill lay your soul to waste.
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" Jadis, si je me souviens bien, ma vie était un festin où s'ouvraient tous les coeurs,
où tous les vins coulaient.
Un soir, j'ai assis la Beauté sur mes genoux. -Et je l'ai trouvée amère. -Et je l'ai
injuriée.
Je me suis armé contre la justice.
Je me suis enfui. Ô sorcières, ô misère, ô haine, c'est à vous que mon trésor a été
confié!
Je parvins à faire s'évanouir dans mon esprit toute l'espérance humaine. Sur toute
joie pour l'étrangler j'ai fait le bond sourd de la bête féroce.
J'ai appelé les bourreaux pour, en périssant, mordre la crosse de leurs fusils. J'ai
appelé les fléaux, pour m'étouffer avec le sable, le sang. Le malheur a été mon dieu. Je me
suis allongé dans la boue. Je me suis séché à l'air du crime. Et j'ai joué de bons tours à la
folie.
Et le printemps m'a apporté l'affreux rire de l'idiot."