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The speaker repeats the word "babies" and asks, "What babies?" The speaker states, "Maybe I kill a girl who was 12, but I'm looking for a baby." The speaker also says, "We were looking for babies, but there is no babies left."

Shadows and targets surround me, as darkness engulfs. With dwindling light, you bid your final farewell. Wolves lurk in the shadows, as I quietly utter a plea for survival. No cries escape my lips.

The speaker discusses the victor of an election and expresses uncertainty about who it is. They mention that the election was corrupt, but do not provide any specific details.

I am very tired of saying goodbye. When I look inside, I see a lot of things. Let's take a look.

The president has been shot, or they are covering it up. We are unsure. He is walking.

The speaker discusses the victor of an unknown event and expresses uncertainty about who it is. They mention looking at the facts and suggest that the victor may have been "slaughtered." They also claim that the election was corrupt.

I'm back in bed and my life won't ever reverse. When people ask where I am, that's where I'll be.

I reflect on my life as I walk through the valley of death.

The speaker expresses feeling powerless while witnessing a crisis in El Salvador, drawing a parallel to learning about World War II in high school and wondering how no one intervened. They feel complicit while going about daily routines like working and buying coffee, questioning what actions individuals can take. The speaker believes people are dying in El Salvador, even if it's not explicitly stated. They express fear that inaction will lead to everyone being harmed. The speaker suggests the constitution is failing because it relied on honorable people, who are now absent.

I see everything, but I feel empty. I don't want to die here. There has to be more. Translation (if needed): I see everything, but I feel empty. I don't want to die here. There has to be more.

You are not hidden. Your innocence has been shattered. I can hear you softly whispering your soul's desires.

I see many different people when I look out my window, and it feels strange. I have to pay attention to every detail. Someone is watching me.

The speaker is confused about his whereabouts and observes Joe Biden walking back and forth. He is puzzled by a helicopter, which is Marine One. The speaker expresses concern about Biden appearing feeble because if anything happens to him, Kamala Harris would become president, which is a nightmare scenario.

The speaker discusses the victor of an unknown event and expresses uncertainty about who it is. They mention looking at the facts and suggest that the person may have been "slaughtered." They also claim that the election was corrupt.

I am surrounded by wolves and friends, feeling like it's a do or die situation. I can't save myself from drowning, with the walls closing in around me. I'm waiting for my last sleepless night before finding peace on the other side.

At dawn, I heard the sound of bullets and whistles. We were ordered to shoot at both the police and the protesters without any distinction. The shots were coming from inside the Ukraine Hotel.

Where did these come from? They seem to be appearing out of nowhere. I have nowhere to live.

I hear something unusual underground. It doesn't sound like a bus anymore; it's coming from the field over here.

The speaker states "that is the land of unconfirmed." They mention "came, we saw, he died," and deny any connection between a visit and the death, while simultaneously expressing certainty of a connection.

I spoke with darkness about a vision that came to me while I slept. I walked alone in the city, surrounded by people who were disconnected from each other. They spoke without saying anything, listened without hearing, and wrote songs that didn't truly express themselves. The silence grew like a cancer. The people worshipped a neon god, unaware of the emptiness it brought.

Crops won't grow. Reduce the distance. Let's think first, desire doesn't die, it's suppressed. I can't be silent, bullets are fired. You inflict wounds, you make flowers bloom. You take advantage of a smiling face. When I remember, I pull the thirst from people's hands, I eat to my heart's content. One commits a crime, one endures a crime. Your connection is with small towns, why not save the farms from slums? So many wounds are healed, so many flowers bloom when you arrive. Whether it's the moon in the sky or the earth.

Resolution. Who hears resolution? Who hears resolution? Who hears resolution? Who hears resolution? Who hears resolution?

Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence. In restless dreams, I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone

I'm not just passing by. What is happening? Oh my god! Look at that! There's a plane!

They shoot at us in the room with angels. This crime is happening, as you can see, with my colleague.