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Medicine
"Stop stop stop stop!" a voice screams, my head explodes
The eleventh hour at hand, in the middle of the day, in the middle of life
I stand in red lights in the middle of a crosswalk
Knives handle-deep in the soul
"Don't move!" commands the poltergeist, it wishes to see a corpse
It intends to kill, made me mentally ill
I walked here by the dark side of the street, headlights are blinding
I am alienated but will no longer be left without attention
Tens of memories are squeezed into a second
Joy, sadness is burned directly into the retina
Will I watch the film to its ending or shall I shoot more?
The voices grow louder, soon I will be nothing more than a memory
There is surely a medicine for this
I'm not allowed to obey your prohibition signs
To give up
I will not surrender but free myself
The last picture, the most beautiful one
I could stare at it for an eternity
Whether to cross the line or to try and go on
Breaks are screeching, the voice screams: "don't move, don't move"
My gaze rises from the shoes, a green light ahead
There is much to tell, I wonder from where to begin
Perhaps from when I chose: take one more step, one more step
There is surely a medicine for this
I'm not allowed to obey your prohibition signs
To give up
I will not surrender but free myself
Evil will get its due
Will get a taste of its own medicine
There is surely a medicine for this
I'm not allowed to obey your prohibition signs
To give up
I will not surrender but free myself
Evil will get its due
Will get a taste of its own medicine
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There is surely a medicine for this
I'm not allowed to obey your prohibition signs
To give up
I will not surrender but free myself
Evil will get its due
Will get a taste of its own medicine
There is surely a medicine for this
I'm not allowed to obey your prohibition signs
To give up
I will not surrender but free myself
Evil will get its due
Will get a taste of its own medicine
wildlingking✕
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Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. Stai con l'Ucraina!
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