OLIVIER ••• ISSAURAT
THE GREAT ARCHITECT —— I was staying there, waiting for death Face to me, the wind was jumping From the cliff, above the shore. But the Great Architect didn’t like it But the Great Architect was so angry The stormy weather was delightful All the birds were going far away And death was toying with me But the Great Architect was so embarrassed But the Great Architect looked down at the earth The tune remained the same Playing on the old gramophone The grooves of the disc were cracking But the Great Architect, so irritated Swept all this shit and the land too
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