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Day Zero

Now

you see me

now you see me

and

my heart

and mind

now you

hear the sound

the sound

of my pulsating heart

while art

is being made

in a drowned

reality

while grenades

of liberality

and of triviality

and of unreality

and mortality

are being made

sanatorium sings

and you see me

as the truth of

reality is

smooth and cruel

let's say

as a poet

or

as a ghoul

on church school

as the players plays

as the thinkers think

as the rulers rule

as the free free

i just light

another cigar

But the right

are still right

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Portuguese

Published: Sep 21, 2014
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