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Simulate HideWise Nature, you distill survivaladapting each animal. You simulate what you won't be able to be, what you don't have and you will never do. Do you believe that you're correctly proceeding? You only show the ruin of your existence. Wise Nature, you distill survival adapting each animal. And, over you, the Man, wolf with lamb... lamb skin, plays with his own subsistence, attacks and inserts himself, aberrant fruit, with intellectualoid disguise, exposes his mask. The Man's violence is his essence among savages, children and fools. You simulate what you won't be able to be, what you don't have and you will never do. Sad aptitude of deceiving for living, depressed spirit, forged by miseries, degraded idiosyncrasy. Sad aptitude of deceiving for living, you walk satisfied along your life, daubed with luxury. Do you believe that you're correctly proceeding? You only show the ruin of your existence |