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Fire! Straight in the eyes of the sacred blinded
Rejoice in three times, and count the lies until you find them
Bear the arms, all weapons are good against the digital era
Of Light, be the bearer! Of hope, be the beacon! Et caetera

Nothing matter more than a handful of people showing interest in shit you*know nothing about
and..
Drink the words of companies whose job is to*fake all info and they feed and there's nothing you can do about it

Candlelight! I need a candlelight! To stop this fright I cannot seize with my arms!
Candlelight! I need a candlelight! The sources of modern warmth have left me, who am I?

Taken by the glitches of modernity, all flesh interactions are now
"apprehended, punished, deleted, forbidden capitalized"

Mistrustfully granted by the defunct traditions, all books of thoughts are now deleted
All philosophy sources are now destroyed and replaced by the ones chosen by the masses

We tried to take it up to them but world has changed so much
A word can sell and be corrupt, so it's voided of meaning and has lost its touch
We can try again, change it all again, but you prefer the comfort of your poisoned zone
Let me tell you for once, you are wrong and I know it
You will be forgotten, so rest in pieces of shit

The decline of civilization will start within itself with the numbing of youth.
An excellent way to decimate the intelligent, trying to rise above from the ignorant.
We conquered a small amount of cosmic dust but we are incapable of ruling in peace.
The fortunes of the world in a handful, nothing is meaningful, ignorance is religion.

We need a new war, a decimation
a fucking chainsaw, the realm of the poor
Cutting the head of the ignorant, passing the torch to intelligence
the worlds needs a new start and I will do my part

I wish we could go back in time and change it just an inch
But paradoxes would fuck up this work with a temporal glitch
I gotta accept what I don't fucking respect
If it's a mean to an end, I'd be ready to dissect all insects

Candlelight! I need a candlelight! To stop this fright I cannot seize with my arms!
Candlelight! I need a candlelight! The sources of modern warmth have left me, who am I?

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from How to despise humanity in 7 lessons and a half, released March 29, 2020

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