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Yeah, we should know that words are just words,
and that all noble languages died centuries ago.
What's then to be so enthusiastic about?
I don't think this show is edifying or glorious.

We applaud empty ceremonies, rites that are just dust,
and which deserve no coming back to them
anymore that the most wasted of fields.

We buried our old desires. Made them immoral.
All instincts sanctioned dirty.
All wines to be controlled, all ales to be lighter.
Everything strong to be curbed.

Very little remains then, outside these tax forms.
Do you fellowmen never hear the tinnitus,
discordant in the heated night?
Be aware you cannot buy glory or adventure,
much less in those outlets outside the city walls.

Walking directionless but with strong intent.
You don't realize what you're after.
That strong desire to find an illicit pleasure,
to revel in it for a minute. 

to spark that part of your head that lies most dormant.
Because that will give you a special smile.