There is a thirst for life within us
but the oppressors want to see us dead
we have found the long-awaited freedom
with skill in our own spacesuits that we hide
behind artificial mediocrity
the world breathes at a regular pace
we who work to bring good luck We are fighting
with acts of circus violence
with the inflated ego of a drunkard
we sold our war skills
cute like disabled people We stop the screams
to test the faith beneath our feet
sweet slaves, buried soldiers
we willingly submit in the face of fear
our inexplicable desire to explain
this is a world with no way out a dream

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