Normal is to Sleep.

Hush.

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Lest the world finds solace,

lest the wicked find triumph,

lest the darkness replace light.

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Hush; sleep child.

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There is no good reason,

there is no decent action,

there are no words of calm.

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Hush; little one.

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Layers upon layers of lies,

have set everyone to slumber,

watchful has become sensational,

and truth is what’s left of that.

Every ear is bent and distorted,

every mind a branded scythe,

when a generation sells its soul,

everything comes to this.

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Hush now useless eater,

We have saturated the pure,

lay down and kiss your grave,

for you there is no cure.

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Our legion is rising fast,

on this you have been told,

you will bow or die to the last,

for the future does prove the past.

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