Blood-red fear dripping from the screened out cutting 
Transmitted suffering crying out for recognition 
Your nutrition's a lie, the truth you swallow 

What is it made of, the quasi-empiric opinion? 
Another sorrow of man turned into faction 
Drama pain in a limpid reality 

The compact death is a polished fact!
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