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We have been used
We're getting used
To help to roll this blood gear
The loss of indignation
Naturalizing the genocide
Blessed by the ignorance
Good intentions' alibi
A good sleep in the splendid cradle
Avoiding the chaos in the outside
Just following orders
No question ever
Unpretentious venom
Common sense clevers
Sarcastic serenity
A bubble of
Self-indulgencenon-reflexive
Peace of mind
Faith to practice
What seems to be right
How many you grinded
To walk straight on the line?
How many you ended
Without staining your hands?
How many you wrecked
With no load in your head?
How many you dropped
Without any remorse?
