Dr. Birras
Dr Birras
The Society
Dark times,
pacts between false gentlemen,
waiting for a train of solutions
on the platform of despair.
Murderous instincts grow
from the rubble of the crisis,
in the bosoms of large cities,
in the terror of society.
Destroyed beauty,
br/>rotten aesthetics,
in the melancholy
of defeated ideas.
This is society,
this is the truth,
there is no double meaning,
everything is clear
they cannot deceive us.
We live in rivers of flesh,
rivers of people in the streets,
living without harmony,
living without intensity.
Ill-intentioned whispers,
critical more than criticizable,
that look for huroes for hire,
that remove subtle masks.
Useless pride,
hidden slavery,
in the melancholy of defeated ideas,
This is society.

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