.The pale sun spits a slow death down
To this blinded mankind
While the wooden horse of science
Elevates a grey hell to the sky
So the little superbrains
Declare madness for sense
And fear, the mother of
All social violence
Eats tiny pieces of
Normal life as tribut.
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