La fin de l’humanité

It left, the sarkonazi

And even, so of my life

Never, I voted

I was content that it was driven out

Satisfied that it was degraded

But of others will replace it

But of others will imitate it

You do not like me

I do not love you

That falls well!

You scorn me

I mistake you

That falls well!

For you, I do not exist

For me, you do not exist

That falls well!

And the number done there nothing

In more or less

That falls well!

It left the sarkonazi

And even, so of my life

Never, I voted

I was content that it was driven out

Satisfied that it was degraded

But of others will replace it

But of others will imitate it

It left the sarkonazi

And I laugh, I laugh, I laugh

Of your heads of confettis

You are afraid for your money

Who transforms all into blood bath

You have heads with opera hats

You have heads of bludgeons

I would like to slap you

I would like to spit you

It left the sarkonazi

But of others will replace it

But of others will imitate it

The money it is disgusting

That returns all chlasse

You do not like me

I do not love you

That falls well!

Money of the power

Power of the money

Or all is gigantic home

Without a reality imagining knowledge

There would be no more ideology

But more than of the wees

Its interests should be managed

Its misdeeds should be spared

We expect great collapse

Economy, culture

We expect the great catastrophe

Life, nature

Nothing any more will be worth anything

Already, nothing any more is worth anything

All will be, completely, demented person

However, it left, the sarkonazi

But forces of money

Are always with him

And others will replace it

And others will imitate it

We expect the great catastrophe

We expect great collapse

We did not like

We scorned ourselves

We human, it is certain for them!

Patrice Faubert (2012) pouète, peuète, puète, paraphysician, Pat says the guest on “hiway.fr”