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180793
02:56
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To My Enemies
06:15
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Crosses drawed by the hand of evangelicals.
Imaginary visions of violence and evil.
Silent strange, insane nightmares.
Telepathic words and images of destruction.
At the limbo of realistic common sense.
In a world with sickly reality ignored.
In a world that hide his evident aches.
Under the gold, the power, and the human condition.
Among racism, clasism, and elitism.
Worn and surrendered by political surfeit, and the total control of nations.
You don't know me.
I don't know you.
But I forgive you.
God bless us.
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To My Friends
04:45
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Long time at the downfall. Alone and out of orbit. Distant and far away of my body, far away of all those who I love.
Unable to be loved, capeable to love.
Addicted to the legal serenity, needing somebody but with no one there. Drunked with sadness, at the bottom of the streets. Sleeping on the stool of citadel.
Several emotional damage.
Injured ligaments of sanity.
Disturbed calm by the demons around.
Madness unfold in the darkness.
Madness unfold.
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To My Loves
07:46
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Ugly and sloven. Unpleasant lunatic fool. A shy poor kid from the slums. A insomniatic dreamer that occult himself behind the mask of his defeats. Admiring the love occur in other lives but not at the own. Covering the heart with flesh and bone to cannot be wounded.
Unable to be loved, capeable to love.
Talking with all yer absences. Devising the way to find you once more.
"At the solitude revisiting brieflyment our memories.
Erasing few to few until I have neither memorie about us. To I can forget you, to I can love someone else again. Because the correct is it."
I know that I'm not competent.
I know all what you hush.
Birds tell me about you; when you are happy or sad, when you cry or smile.
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Rigel
03:05
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If They Know...
02:58
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"The flesh covers the bone
And they put a mind
In there and
Sometimes a soul,
And the women break
Vases against the walls
And the men drink too
Much
And nobody finds the
One
But keep
Looking
Crawling in and out
Of beds.
Flesh covers
The bone and the
Flesh searches
For more than
Flesh.
There's no chance
At all:
We are all trapped
By a singular
Fate.
Nobody ever finds
The one.
The city dumps fill
The junkyards fill
The madhouses fill
The hospitals fill
The graveyards fill
Nothing else
Fills.
Alone With Everybody"
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