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Life is a skill

Never suitable for me

Up and down, generally down

Experience engrave on me

Mankind will die

Stupidity will be there own grave

Release from this

Damage world in my dreams

Inhuman surroundings

Fill me with safety

No force, no race with

The zealous society

I can't understand

What for sense

Behind this all stand

Candles at the storm

Extince and you too

Believe in the reality