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The innocent is lynched
To the sound of slander
In the odyssey of resentment
The Grand Inquisitor
And the sheltered man
The sheltered man
In the loyal, loyal shelter
From loneliness, eh
The crown is lit
After the victory
That will not be the story
From my generation
Pleasure is an abyss
Orgasm, a relief
The farces, farces of control
Of the elderly
As if that moment
It was going to be the first
From the rest of their lives
Days of storm, eve of splendor
And when the future is unlikely
When thinking is not enough
And when that which, in theory, cannot
It has happened
As if that moment
It was going to be the first
From the rest of their lives
Days of storm, eve of splendor
As if that moment
It was going to be the first
From the rest of their lives
Days of storm, eve of splendor
As if that moment
It was going to be the first
From the rest of their lives
Days of storm, eve of splendor
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