I feel dizzy, I feel ill
I think I should have had
a relaxing drink.
The more I run,
the less I get closer.
Nothing better than a loud bomb
could take down our forces.
More and more often
we get extinct content.
We seem to live our lives
surrounded by kind of an isle.
One of those where waves are like holograms,
and birds perch on plastic wastes.
Where are the trees?
Where are those trains?
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