À TOUS MES CHERS AMIS.
Ceux qui saigne le plein ardeur,
Ceux qui trainent dans la noirceur,
Ceux qui luttent, qui jouent à sabreur;
Devenant leur propres massacreurs.
TO ALL MY DEAREST FRIENDS.
Those who've bled to be reborn.
Those who've died and sprouted horns.
Those who've cried and who shall mourn;
The loss of their own souls.
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A BARD'S OBSERVANCES
Poetry[en ce qui concerne la vulnérabilité psychologique de l'individu]
