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Umana

de Novembre

There’s something in the fringes of your mind
That keeps you up all night
The Spirit of the Ages softly whispering in your head

You’re out of your mind
It says the higher mouth
As in this sorry nation
Two and two results in shame
It says the higher mouth

I’ve tried to confide in someone
Find shelter from decay
My hand leaned on someone’s
To feel the acid in the taste

I'm not afraid
And I'm not humane

Our souls float, unaware of the scale of the awakening
The fear is whole, consuming us through the crisis

The crisis is a crisis in consciousness
A crisis that cannot any more accept the old norms
Man is still, as he was, brutal, violent
Aggressive, competitive
And he has built a society along those lines

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