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Hundreds and hundreds of thousands of years.

Right in the wall.

Execrating other, you predate your fellows.

Still focus on yourselves.

The weariness, leads us to botch.

Our feelings are trapped, actions are vain. And wearing snouts, being pigs.

To take and newer to give. Feeling of reliving.

Do you thing about your life ??

Every details from the unspeakable are scrutinized

Do you thing about your life ??

(“ [...] que le peuple apprène aux riches que leur règne va cesser … [...] Moi je dis que les hommes qui boivent le sang du peuple doivent descendre de leurs carrosses et rendre hommage à la guillotine ... acclamation [On les pend, On les tue ... On les pend, On les tue etc …]”).

At the opposite of civilization that is eating its trashes.

Souls grinded.

The weariness of this world.

Leads us to botch.

So many years have passed away.

And my words, my words against my kind

Reflect, misappropriated.

Beyond civilization