There¡¯s something
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That upsets man
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More than anything else,
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A word is not enough
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To define it.
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Hate, fear, terror, anguish,
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Anger and bitterness,
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The will to hit back,
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The desperation for the deads,
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Rancour exploding
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Towards the guilty heads.
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Ideological hate.
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Implacable.
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Always present through the centuries.
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The vile and brutal scorn for life.
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Billions of people that think,
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Talk and suffer
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From the same incredible event
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Only one point.
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Nothing else.
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We are here powerless.
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We would like
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To not be part of this history,
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But we are.
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And we¡¯re on one side, inevitably.
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We¡¯re humans, man/men/wolves.
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The world revolves
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In the same old way.
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Life will never change.
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Never.
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And God will have pity and mercy
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For our souls,
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God will have pity and mercy
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Even for their¡¯ s.
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For this reason we¡¯ll fight,
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Aware of the mistake
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We¡¯re about to make.
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September 2001
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