We are nourished with milk residues empires,
For fear of the heart asks,
And he sees a new fear.
We are in suspended animation system of morality,
A thirst and hunger on our own.
In cold ryschem -
By not stepping ice.
Poisoned air
Tracheal tickles.
We have a leader -
We usually pack,
But in our hearts
More gods prophesy.
Only a constellation of thoughts in space
Born perfect for a person.
Constellation is permanence of reason,
Free from the genius of the black range.
We are nourished by fear
In the ruins of empires.
And similar fears
Yourself generate.
Children sell, we
For spectacle with bread,
To prayer that we
Only space heed.
But, there are units
Among us, that dream.
They say - we are not flock, we are people.
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