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A
terrible
racket
makes
me
suffer,
like
a
fanfare
Marching
throughout
my
head,
booming
so
loud
my
soul
has
become
deaf...
Nevertheless,
reality
stands
firm,
but
a
very
strange
conceptual
world
Occurs
inside
this
mad,
distorted
ode
Behind
my
eyes,
comes
the
ludicrous
crowd,
full
of
movie
makers'
imagery
So
forth
I
am,
so
forth
I
dream
Frenzied
and
rushed
unceasingly
Drawn
by
the
wizard's
patterns
My
mind
is
no
longer
my
own
Above
those
hard-packed
illusions,
bright
with
pictures,
that
shall
kill
the
wise's
vigour
Is
spoiled
a
great
generation
Mankind
has
lost
its
mind,
and
therewith
the
arable
ground,
the
vast
field,
the
great
Which
the
scholars
own
Cursed
species
- Humans
Can
you
imagine?
What
shall
save
you,
once
the
intelligence
Will
become
speechless?
Locked
into
silence?
When
you
will
remain
a
fabric's
device
Old
majesty,
deprived
from
her
kingdom,
her
memory
will
never
carry
on
There
goes
the
orb
of
a
system
Ones,
adorn
with
a
sad
Eden,
and
others
tried
to
make
it
perfect
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