The
peacock stands
On
the corridor spreading its wings
Bewitching
the crowd of smiling faces
The
power of addiction never fails
Give
them a little power
They
will go crazy in the heads
The
peacock shakes its body
The
feathers flowing in the air
The
crowd of addicted bodies
They
run after the falling feathers
The
eyes of gold images of falling souls
They
never think they want the gold
The
peacock stands
On
the corridor spreading its wings
The
power of addiction never fails
The
falling angels cry for the humans
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