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And here I see the large tenth-bared jaw…

Oh, how such a vision is disgusting

Here's a though, inside my mind it grows

That «power» is the predator, so lusty.

When torturing of victims, strength and power,

Still hiding beast's appearance under guise

It, even if at scandalous expiry

It keeps on stealing, keeps on telling lies.

And there is no darker deed than this

And there is the greatest of misfortunes

More scary than the virus, is the greed

Of power, in its uncontrolled disorder.

The power rests on mud and blood

And only power of love

I praise…