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Carlo vive i morti siete voi - Carlo lives, you are the dead ones

on merciless concrete there's a body don't clean up this blood shot in the face and run over as an inssurance he'll never again put the blue ski mask on don't clean up this blood camouflaging a direct shot as ricocheted did it even came to mind was he still alive when those tires crossed over don't clean up this blood he was someone's son do you have sons what does the conscience say does it claim a father does that father merit someone calls him father do your sons know what you just did don't clean up this blood who are you behind that shields who are you behind that badges who are you behind that spokesman who's pressing that switch to inhuman don't clean up this blood how does it feel when those who you pledged to protect are scared of you does it make you feel like gods or obedient dogs outraged dogs trying to silent the oppressed who throws at you those bones from the top of Olympus don't clean up this blood just don't freedom answers to the name of blood *In memory of Carlo Giuliani (14 March 1978 - 20 July 2001)

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