Speechless are the clouds tonight,
as far away the lightning flashes.
The brass silence of our messages
activates our forgotten alarm,
over the expanse of the centuries.
An asphalted chill follows us, through loud screaming,
wherever we turn and the wherever we go.
Do not be afraid anymore,
for it has no reason left.
Just look how innocent the water is in the thirsty times,
rinsing every corner of people's consciousness.
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