(Why not better shod, again?)
Over all their nonsense. All their
trivial pursuits, their petty rivalry,
Back to the basics—or rather forwards.
Pure thought, and pure sensation,
The totalitarianism of Youth.
No more living for the future.
Now is enough for itself, and for us!
But you have to plan beforehand for a revolution.
And a first-div is required to rule the world.
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