We have been used

We're getting used

To help to roll this blood gear.

The loss of indignation

Naturalizing the genocide

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Blessed by the ignorance

Good intentions' alibi

A good sleep in the splendid cradle

Avoiding the chaos in the outside

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Just following orders

No question ever

Unpretentious venom

Common sense clevers

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Sarcastic serenity

A bubble of

Self-indulgence

Non-reflexive

Peace of mind

Faith to practice

What seems to be right

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How many you grinded

To walk straight on the line?

How many you ended

Without staining your hands?

How many you wrecked

With no load in your head?

How many you dropped

Without any remorse?