SONGS OF SAUDADE

SONGS OF SAUDADE

SAUDADE

There will always be
An Ocean between us,
Separating our memories
From the touch of our lips.
There will always be
Eyes upon us,
Empty beds, lonely hearts.
I left my land behind me,
But I brought the city within.
My Luso soul will always sing,
Always sing the pain
And the saudade.
I will always have
You within me,
And I will always hear
The sound of the Moor Guitar.

My home is the road,
As diverse as my multiple
Personalities.
My God is the One without
A face, without a name.
My name is unknown.
They only know my pain.
They only know
What I want to tell them,
And I hid most of my story,
I sealed most of the chapters
Of my Book.
My days are lonely nights,
And my nights are haunted
By ghosts.

I have no one.
They all left me.
I scared them all.
I only have the Atlantic
And my language and my words.
I also have my fear,
The fear of ending up alone
In an empty room
Haunted by my memories
And self-brought misery.
I dream of holding my friends,
If only I could tell them
How I miss them.
It’s only saudade, only saudade.

The voices I knew
I can’t even recognize.
I’m frozen between ignorance
And remorse.
Nights are so lonely, so dark,
Days are so long, so empty.
They are not here.
You are not here.
The more I run,
The furthest you are.
The funniest thing is
That I want to be alone.
I want to be here,
Waiting for the time
When you will arrive.
I am so tired, so tired.
I think it’s saudade.
It is saudade...

PICTURE FRAME

I don’t want to die as Procne did.
I don’t want to cry tears of shame.
I want to see the world with both my eyes,
And explore the profundities of passion.
I don’t want to be afraid of being alone,
I don’t want to be ashamed of the truth I know,
If I can say that I know any truth at all.
I’m tired of procrastinating the day of my liberation.
I want to see the colors of the city lights
And live in my prodigal state of mind,
Disturbing all those around me
That are not able to understand my intentional ambiguity.
I want to die. I want to die in peace when my time comes.
A house in a valley surrounded by mountains
And no one to cry for me.
I want to bring joy to the ones around me,
And at least once, fit my world inside a picture frame.
How glad I’d be if I could see my mother once more
And tell her all those things I’ve always wanted to.
I’d be more than happy if I could close my eyes
And not see the scary ghosts from the past
That insist in this stupid game of fear and pain.
Sometimes I see this picture of myself
Falling with Andrew from that tenth floor,
Putting my body before his so he wouldn’t hit the ground.
I don’t need the titles they gave me.
I don’t need the fancy fake world of glory they seek.
I want to believe in God again.
I want that simple, naive faith I once knew.
I want to call the old friends I hurt
And tell them how sorry I am for those
Terrible things I’ve said and done.
But it’s not easy, it’s not easy.
I don’t know what happened to me,
Where that little boy is playing hide and seek
With himself,
Inside a temple filled with the incense
Of lonely and desperate sacred chants.
I want to hear God say it wasn’t my fault
And tell me I’m not alone.
I want to make music again
And play the violin I abandoned long ago.
I want some privacy, without those questions they always ask,
I want my name at birth back.
I want to find Kelly and tell her I’ll keep my promise.
I want to tell my dad I still love him
Regardless of all the pain he caused me.
I want to write my former students
And tell them they brought me back to life.
Somehow they made me look at that old picture frame
I kept for so many years inside my mind.

THE NAME

The voices of the desert

Sound like the voice of the Creator.

And the wind, the warm wind,

Blows everything away,

Breaking the scepters of the powerful,

Carrying masks of lies far away.

Nights are lonely,

And happiness is just a rare visitor.

Your eyes are all I have,

Your mystery is my only truth,

The only one I know.

This desert is my road,

And its immensity is my destiny.

May the Lord of the Days

Guide me through the land of the jinns,

And may the memory of you

Always wake me in the morning.

I hear the voices.

They sing to me the words of Gibran.

But my land is only a memory,

A vivid memory of what it was.

God is a name.

Hashem, Allah, Deus.

He sees me. He sees everything.

There’s no hiding place in this desert.

The wind blows,

And it takes my words up above.

The sounds of the desert surround me.

His eyes are all I have.

His mystery is the only truth I know.

The memory of His name

Wakes me in the morning.

He is a name.

Hashem. Allah. Deus.

WINTER

Snow flakes falling down from above,
And the cold wind blowing,
The dark winter afternoon of this city
Makes me cry, it makes me cry.
I love to walk on these streets,
I love to touch the snow.
It makes me feel like a child again.
But I’m not a child, I’m not a child.
I’m a grown man, and life is so complicated.
Nothing is as easy as it used to be.
I had no idea it was going to be like this.
It’s cold outside, it’s really cold.
The streets are covered with the white snow.
It’s only four and it’s so dark, it’s really dark.
But I love the cold, I love this freezing weather.
We all are looking for something,
Everything is not enough.
We want to touch the sky and fly away.
I’ve always wanted to fly away from here.
But there has been so many heres
And none of them so cold as this one.
The more I try to turn the page over,
The more I read the same chapter
Over and over again.
I just want to stay alive.
A page of The Sun to warm me up.

I'M NOT A MAN

Once upon a time,

I was a boy.

A shy, silent boy.

A boy who was

Afraid of the dark.

A boy who had

No friends,

And no foes of my

Own.

I thought I'd be

A man.

I'm not a man.

I am twenty-five.

I never kissed,

I've never been

Kissed.

I never had sex.

The voices

And the sounds,

They excite me.

They make me

Feel alive.

I have my taboos.

I have my fears.

I'm not a man.

I'm a closeted queer.

I abandoned my mission.

I hurt my friends.

I'm not a man.

I enjoy Sade Adu's songs.

I cried when

Princess Diana died.

I dance when

There's no one

Around.

I masturbate my mind

To sound cool.

I'm a social democrat.

I'm not a man.

I think I'm ugly.

And I think

Every one is stupid.

I'm not a man.

I have a love-hate

Relationship with G-d.

I'm not a man.

I haven't seen

My family

For half a decade.

I'm not a man.

I sold myself

For money.

But I'm usually

Full of compassion.

I like exploring

Different cultures

And seeing different lands.

I enjoy Bossa Nova,

Tarab,

Jazz

And Fado.

I speak so many languages

That I get confused

Sometimes.

I'm not a man.

I look at the sky at night

And cry.

I cry all the time,

For anything.

I never say

“I love you”.

I'm not a man.

OUT OF WATER

I'm everyone

Who can't sleep

At night

With suicidal thoughts

On the head

Trying to believe

In the one thousand

Years of Peace

That would

Eventually come

I'm everyone

Who hears voices

From the past

Revealing dark secrets

And those

Who can't look

At their own shame

I'm the desperate one

The one who lost

All the battles

And who's afraid

Of losing the war

I'm the fish out of water

The one who's

Dreaming his life away

Refusing all the opportunities

To reconcile

This is a violent time

With no place to hide

I can't hide anymore

I've got to pay the price

ABOUT LOVE

I don’t want to sing about love.
Love is a lost step,
Is a cold ray of light,
Is the green claw of the senses.
Love is a running horse
With wings of iron and lead
Fallen in deep waters.

I don’t want to sing about love.
Love is a forbidden paradise,
Satisfactorily unfair,
A happy adversity.
Love is a lost step,
It is insanity of the eyes,
A happy feast for the tears.

Love is an obedient rage,
It is a cold ray of light
That brings bad luck
To the men of sound minds.
Love has in its prodigious hands
The green claws of senses.
I don’t want to sing about love
Nor speak of its reasons.

PIMLICO

I no longer see castles,
No longer I see those castles of old.
I no longer see bridges,
Like the ones I used to cross in London,
But that ancient melody
Reminds me I'm still alive.
I still cry. I cry still.
I still dream. I dream every night.
And in my dreams
I walk down the old Lupus Street
And cross the bridges
I used to cross before.
My life is different now
But I am the same.
I am the same.
The same guy I used to be.

REDEMPTION

Redemption is a divine gift.
And I’m waiting for mine.
He is not here,
Not where I am.
I can’t hear His voice
Amongst all the voices in my head.
My mouth is dry,
And my eyes are red.
He promised he’d never
Leave me.
He didn’t say the truth.
No one ever says the truth.
The ghosts are back
To haunt me.
They came back from
Their graves to find me.
Their voices echo
In the back of my head.
It’s my karma. My karma.
I’ve changed my name,
I even tried to change my face,
But they’ll find me,
They always find me.
Somewhere in the middle of the road,
I lost myself.
I lost myself in the face of life,
Before a great multitude.
I hid my cross in one of my drawers
And decided to take something
Else on.
Divine redemption is what
I’m waiting for.
Something lighter, something real.
My face on the front pages,
Never again, never again.
Give me a minute
Before I get lost
In a pile of meaningless words.
This is a beautiful world,
The one I live in.
Here I have no peace of mind,
Living as a fugitive,
No one is free, no one is free.
But I’m the only one
Who sees. The only one.
And these voices,
Keeping me awake
In the middle of the night.
He left me. He didn’t keep His word.
I hope the ghosts can’t touch me.
I hope they’ll leave me alone.
Till redemption comes.

Do angels deserve to die?
Have you thought of suicide?
We may have a long time ahead...

Analyze me, grant me amnesty,
I may not be a man of letters
But I stand for what I believe.

And I believe I deserve to be free,
I deserve to have a moment of peace,
I deserve to cry alone right here, right now.

DARK ROOM

I watch the Sun in the sky

And the people on Earth.

I feel the pain

And the pleasure.

And I fear, and I cry,

And I scream for something,

For someone who can help me.

I hear the sound of voices,

And music, and noise.

I know I'm not alone here.

But it feels like I am.

It feels like I'm by myself,

Hiding underneath my sheets

In my dark room of illusions.

DOOMSDAY

I saw the thrones on which they are seated
It is said they will reign for a thousand years
I saw the souls of those who have been killed
Some has worshiped the beast and has received his mark
Others came to life and now reign with the Lamb
Blessed are those who have part in the government
‘Cause the beast has been released from his prison
And has gone out to deceive the nations
To gather them for battle
They marched across the earth and surrounded
the country we love
But fire came down from the skies and destroyed them
Others were thrown into the lake of fire and sulphur
and aliens came to eat the flesh of all people
Happy are those who from now on
Die in the service of our Nation
Flashes of lightning, rumblings, peal of thunder,
A terrible earthquake
The cities of all countries were destroyed
The whole world collapsed
The peoples of the earth, every race, tribe
Language and nation have fallen!
The water became like the blood of a dead person
And every living creature in the sea died
Who will not fear the beast or will refuse
To declare his greatness?
He made all the nations drink his wine
And now there’s no rest for those
who have worshiped him
Earth and sky flee from his presence
And there’s no place for them
If anyone’s name isn’t found written
In the records, he is thrown into that lake of fire.

EGO

I am a visionary.

I am a blind man searching for the sunlight.

I am the repressed child who's afraid of the dark.

I am the pilgrim without a place to call my own.

I am the desperate soul in search of healing.

I am the liar hiding behind a fancy mask.

I am the rootless tree.

I am the sinner without a god.

I am the man who lost his hope.

I am nothing.

I am everyone.

Eretz of Mine

I’ve got a picture on my mind:
The memories of a war
I didn’t ask to fight.
I ran away from that,
I ran away to the place
I had come from.
I didn’t want to kill,
Didn’t want to drive
My neighbors out
Of the only land they’ve ever known.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Do you know you made me cry?
City of the Great King,
Do you know you made me die?
I’ve got these pictures in my head,
Refugee camps, occupied territories,
Dead bodies on the dusty floor.
Fifty thousand tears I cried,
Tears of terror, tears of fear.
I was defeated by your arrogance.

I love you, Eretz Yisrael.
I love you, Yerushalaim.
You woke me up inside.
You turned me into this warrior
Who doesn’t want to stop fighting you.
You hate me for loving your enemies,
But I hope my love affair with your foes
Is not a temporary one.
Because in my heart I have
Enough space for both of you.

It is Good

Don’t let your faith die,

Don’t stop believing everything’s good.

Just like God on the first morning of creation

Saw everything was good,

You will see, you will see.

Just open your eyes.

Every road takes us somewhere,

And everything has a source for being.

And all this violence is the cause

Of silence inside our heads,

Inside our heads.

But still everything is good.

I spent half my life

Roaming through a wilderness of sorrow,

Trying to understand what I saw.

And now I recognize

Everything is good.

Now I see everything is good.

GOODBYE ZION

Goodbye Zion,
I bid you farewell.
This is the last time I see your walls.
This is the last time I have these chains on me.

Goodbye Zion,
I'm going out to see better days,
I'm coming out to myself.
It's time for me to free my mind.

Goodbye Zion,
I'm leading my life away.
I'm going to soak up the sun,
I'm going to welcome freedom again.

Goodbye Zion.
Goodbye to that old life of mine.
Goodbye to those painful days I used to know,
Goodbye to those miserable feelings you used to give me.

Goodbye Zion,
I've got the whole wide world in my hands,
I've got hope in my eyes and a song in my heart.
I've got a brand new life to explore.

Goodbye Zion,
I bid you farewell.

JUNE IN BRAZIL

June in Brazil,
Rain falls on me
Washing me away.
I’m still scared,
Don’t know what to do.
I miss the time
I was spotless
When I wasn’t guilty.
I miss the freedom
I used to know.
I cry,
‘Cause it’s the only
Way to survive.
Many things, many people,
So many tears.
I live in a cemetery
Where all of my dreams
Lie beneath my feet.
I am a zombie,
Without a soul of my own.
I’m blind - I can’t see myself.
I don’t think life is going
To happen anymore.
It’s June
And it’s raining outside.
I promised but I lied,
Maybe it’s just my imagination.
Or I’m wasting my time,
‘Cause it’s June in Brazil.

G-D'S LAUGHING AT US

G-d is sitting

On the top of the Andes,

Laughing at us all.

We stupid puppets

Of our own fashions,

Drinking the blood

Of our children

In cups made of gold.

Following holy prophets

And their sacred words.

Addicted to

The heroins of

The Western Civilization.

Hear, hear the voice

Of the dead soldier's mother

Crying for her nineteen year-old

Son.

Hear my voice,

And hear my words of anger.

I hope you remember

You destroyed my life,

And everything I believed in.

G-d is laughing at you,

She is laughing at me too.

People are dying everywhere,

We are killing for the free market.

How many more of us

Will be infected

By this sick paranoia

Of white-and-red-stripes

Freedom

Created in the studios

Of Hollywood?

Deep down we know

Death is the price to pay

For our self-instilled ignorance.

No one will survive.

G-d is sitting on the

Top of the Andes,

Watching this reality show,

She is laughing at us all.

LETTER TO UNCLE GEORGE

Hey Uncle George,

The Prince of War.

The world is safer today,

Thanks to you.

You wrote our future

With your ambitions and dreams,

Leading us to destruction

And death.

Hey Uncle George,

Thanks for killing

My enemies,

And leaving me jobless.

Now they all hate us,

They hate us all.

Thanks to you,

Uncle George.

I know you received

A revelation,

You saw G-d

In a burning bush

Over an oil field.

And we had to

Pay the price.

Uncle George,

You will always

Be remembered,

Always and forever.

And your G-d

Will award you

With a crown of gold

And diamonds,

And Exaltation.

Your White Straight

Almighty

Will await you

At the gates

Of His Kingdom.

I know there's

Much more to come,

But I won't

Try to hide

From the only truth

I know.

Your axis of lies,

The democracy of manipulation

Written with the colors

Of deception and fear,

Made me learn

In whom

I can put my trust.

The world is brighter

Today.

Thanks to you,

Uncle George.

You saved us all.

NEGATIVES

I lost my innocence

On the streets

Of London.

I lost my soul

In a Church in Sao Paulo.

I gave up writing

When they called me

A liar.

Some say I'll go

To Hell.

Some say

My time is over.

I say I'm still alive.

That's a sign,

Isn't it?

I like my solitude.

I enjoy my

Narcissistic existence.

There's always this,

And this is everlasting.

I know. I know it is.

NOSTALGIA

Eyes all around me,

Voices echoing in my head.

You don't know

How I live:

Images of you,

Memories of the past,

Everlasting nostalgia.

I don't live,

That's the truth.

This reality ain't true.

I wish I had faith

To fight the ghosts

I face every hour.

But every night

Is only me,

Walking through

The dark lonely streets

Of my existence.

Can anybody turn the

Lights on

Before I panic?

Or will I live like this

Till the end of time?

Why did you have to leave?

I can't deal with

These memories of you

Roaming through my mind.

OUT OF PLACE

I feel so out of place
In this world governed
By rules I didn't make.
Feel so lonely at times
When I have no one
To talk to.
I know I disturb the universe,
I know I disturb you too.
But my silent words
Are my only weapon,
And I pull the trigger
Whenever I feel threatened.
The president is a murderer
And he wants me to believe
God is a murderer too.
I just don't want to become
A murderer myself.
I lost my faith in Religion,
I lost my faith in Politics.
I just haven't lost
My faith in you.
I hope one day
We may hold hands in public
Not being afraid of any
Moral consequences,
Because I want to love
And I want the whole world
To know that I love you
And that you love me too.
I just want to live,
Live my dreams,
Live my life.
I want to be myself,
I can not hide the way
I feel inside anymore.

OUTSIDE THE TEMPLE

I tried to kill the shame,
But only brought more.
When I wanted you to know me,
I put on a mask of lies.
I abandoned my faith
And ran away from my God,
Now I'm crying, bleeding, dying.
I'm blinded by tears.
I don't believe, I don't believe,
I don't believe anymore.
Please, God, help me.
Please, help me see.
For I'm afraid of the dark
And there's no light out here,
Outside the Temple.
I've reached the bottom,
My soul sleeps
The sleep of death.
It's like a suicide,
But there's no one around
To delve into my mind.
Now I'm crying, I'm screaming,
And you won't hear me.
Please, God, give me some time.
I need to reach those walls again.
Please, save me.
Save me from the person I've become.
Please, make me whole again.
Now I'm crying,
I'm screaming,
I'm bleeding.
I'm here outside the Temple,
So tired and blind,
Where I lay dying,
Holding my last breath.

THE REVOLUTION

Tell your children to reject violence,
Tell them a nation is not saved
By her mighty army,
She is not saved by her great strength.
Tell them to trust in God and do good,
That they may have peace and security.
Tell them to seek justice and rescue the oppressed,
To defend the orphan and plead for the widow.

Tell your children there’s no need for holy wars,
No need to believe in a vengeful, scorekeeping god.
God’s only sword is meant to slay the hatred,
Bitterness, and resentment in the hearts of humankind.
Tell them the only war to be fought is a nonviolent revolution,
A revolution against hypocrisy and self-righteousness,
Against the power and greed of global robber barons,
Against the marginalization of other human beings,
And against the apathy of the people.
It is a revolution against the legalism of the religious authorities,
The guilt and hopelessness of the common people,
And the general misconception by both of the nature of God.

Tell your children to promote the cause
Of the poor and the outcast.
Tell them to defend the alienated and the
Victims of discrimination.
Teach your children that is the only
War God wants us to fight.

SCENES

I know.

Nothing happened.

Life is a sequence of dark scenes.

No one ever knows.

No one knows anything.

The road will lead us

To the finish line.

I know, I know.

Feeling are so confusing.

And our fears

Tend to make us hide.

I know, I know.

It’s late.

And it’s already dark.

But no one knows.

No one knows anything.

Distance is what

Separates us now.

The future is now,

And no one will ever know

Any of the reasons,

Any day, any time.

We invented everything,

And we thought they’d be

Under control.

But now I know,

Now I know.

We don’t know anything.

Tomorrow is today.

When no secrets are

Brought to light.

Time is dimension,

That little thing

We invented,

But we can’t control.

SEMITOXIC

I’m loath to be who you want me to be
Because my black tangled heart is in tatters.
Tantalizing words won’t derail me again.
I just need a chance to ignore what I’ve learnt,
‘Cause your love is just a soon forgotten fable
And I’m not a spineless or a victim without a gun.

Each time you make me cry my anger grows
And my mind traipses on a semitoxic road.
I live in a cemetery where souls cry for help
But they don’t let their pain show.
You’re determined to find my place of hiding,
While the time has come for bitter things.
I need a magic substance to save me from this,
To spread my wings and fly away like an eagle
‘Cause I’m not a spineless or a victim without a gun.

SO WRONG, SO LOUD

A train back to the place I came from,
Another photograph before I leave.
My voice is aching, I’m tongue tired.
I have their handprints all over my body,
Tonight I sold myself for a very low price.

Everyday I pray and I cry out loud.
Christ, I wish I could be free from this.
I can’t recognize the face reflected in the mirror.
The sounds I make are so uninspired.
I should have stayed at home tonight.

I like the euphoric applause.
Entertaining it has become my obsession.
Here on the stage life is magical, never ending,
A sequence of songs always played so wrong
And the crowd of unknown faces screaming so loud.

Empty dreams of success and illusions of fame,
Not even for a minute thinking about
The tears of shame I shed.
A soggy pillow in a solitary cage,
And songs always played so loud, so wrong.

THE LAND

I live there, there I live:

The land of dreams,

The home of the confused.

The eyes of the warmongers

Are always open.

They want me to see

What they see.

They want me to be afraid.

This is their land.

The land of the system-feeders.

The land of the peace haters.

War is in everything we love.

It’s the very core of our lives.

God loves us and He hates the rest.

This is the Promised Land,

Where money and fame flows

From the veins of the oppressed.

He gives us the strength

We need to conquer the world.

He gives us the right to be Powerful.

This is where I live,

The land of nothingness,

The home of self-righteousness.

God is Great, that’s the truth,

He won’t be enslaved

By the truth of this land.

TIME FOREVER

Every day is like yesterday.

I haven't got any convictions,

I haven't done any mistakes.

My secrets are kept in a safe,

Because I've broken all the rules.

They all hate me,

They don't trust me at all.

I don't regret,

I don't look back.

I just hide from the light.

I remain silent in the dark.

These are my dreams,

And these are my eyes.

I pray to the Power

That made me come down here.

And I hide from the light,

I run away from my fate.

Is there a answer

To all the questions

We keep within ourselves?

Am I all mankind

With my pessimistic taste?

Some dreams I dream alone,

I thank Christ I'm coming home

To my inner solitude.

I'm happy where I am,

With no voice to bother me.

Nothing to swallow

My precious time

But these things

In the back of my mind,

Where time lasts forever.

TOO LATE?

Is it too late

To change the course of things?

Is it too late

To tell you the words I long to?

I wash my hands and my fingers,

Performing the right ritual.

Thunder and rain,

Mystery and pain.

I think I'm alone again.

The words we said to each other,

The way we fell from the edge.

Now I'm free as I should be.

All that remains

Is the shame.

The crude shame of despair.

Moving to unknown territories.

Facing the crowd once more.

No one ever really knew me,

No one ever will.

This I know for sure.

Is it too late

To make a change?

Is it too late

To be saved from this anguish?

TRIANGLE OF FREEDOM

I don’t blame you
For not understanding me.
I’m the one confused,
The one who lost
The senses.
I’m just tired of being
What everyone wants me
To be.
Tired of trying to be
Someone else.
I didn’t lie when I said
I believed my old religion.
I just changed.
I changed my point of view.
I’m tired of people
Looking at me,
As if I still were that
Young man.
I broke away from myself.
I wrote my own script.
I’m tired of the sacred words.
Tired of waiting for tomorrow.
I decided to wear
The Pink Triangle
And walk out of the
Concentration Camp
You built for me.
I know I make no sense.
Everything I do
Is another mistake to you.
But my Mantra
Is a triangle of freedom.
A freedom you probably
Don’t know yet.

UNFINISHED

Diplomatic Immunity, Global Village
Holy Massacre, I don’t want to die
New Crusade: War Against Terror,
Just a different name.
You better say your prayers now
Who knows He will listen to?
I don’t want to go home right now
Racial Violence, blood, death,
A burning cross in your front yard,
You never know...
Maybe your God’s dead
Land of the Free, Home of the Brave.
We don’t know what we do:
Information Society, Sate Control,
Capitalistic System, Hunger,
Politics, Religion, Intolerance,
Our future - a better situation?
Pollution, Drugs, Bombs, a river of blood,
Bin Laden, Bush, McVeigh’s Syndrome
Taliban, Hamas, Christian Coalition
Freedom, Equality, Justice for All,
Washington, London, Kabul, Baghdad,
Israel, Concentration Camps,
Palestine, unnumbered victims,
Stupid beings we are.
Republicans, Democrats, Hypocrites
We are easily led astray.
Kiss your Swastika before killing me.
It’s our unholy war: guerilla, third world
Civil Rights, Letter from Birmingham Jail.
Your God is a Caucasian Heterosexual Man.
Human Nature,
Immortality, Afterlife
The United Sates Constitution, Holy Scriptures,
Our place of hiding
Prejudice, Sex, Color
Moral Perfection, Tradition
Homophobes, Gays, Discrimination,
True Knowledge, Freedom
Ignorance, Our people in chains
A mortal disease...

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