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You silly infidels,
I have you in my sights
no Allah known to me will save
your sorry ass and democratic rights,
you soon may starve inside a cave
that I must choose for you, a hell of hells.
I am not talking of the Muslim crowd,
but of the Casanovas, up themselves.
You dance the tango and you talk a bit too loud
no souls will fall for you, your world's devoid of elves.
It's only chemistry, in all its facets though,
neurology directs the hormone song's own show
taste her saliva, man it isn't in the mind.
They say there is a devil in the detail of our veins,
I occupy her skin, while deaf and blind,
while leaving clever hands to hold our mutual reins
nothing will come of it, I do assure you, mate.
There is a pheromonal sentry at the gate.
Herbert Nehrlich
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