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White flavor tones

The favorites of god

Lesser demise,

Looks insignificant

No burden, no remorse

Reapers chose sides

Delete the frames

The frames that force the rage

Embrace the lies

And weave them in

The fabric of reality

Paralyzed in silence

Under a white blank veil

Televised for consciousness

Choose your fucking empathy

Poor timid rat

Will you roll another dice?

Bury the dead,

You will without a touch

No burden, no remorse

Pray for yourself

For winds to come

And cleanse the rot inside

A seed to raise,

A child to bury you

When your life turns to dust

Paralyzed in silence

Under a white blank veil

Televised for consciousness

Concealing worthless deaths

Paralyzed in silence

Behind the screen of slumber

Guided charity for sale

Choose your fucking empathy

Tragedy only close to us

Third world – we call them casualties

Ranking human lives

Tell me, how important is yours?