
there's this world with this little wars, and its queues for some N OISE, pleading for being deaf and blind.
with their private gods and their holy crimes. there's this world with its envious guns, open fire against anyone. millions of lights lit up the misfits panel
there's this world with its bullet words, evil virus to pass on, don't you dare to have faith inside.
there's this world with its hidden moans and its prayers and its hopes.
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