| There’s a sigh from the barren soil.
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| Dysfunctional ecology.
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| Cycles soon in turmoil.
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| Tomorrow’s promises die
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| by an ancient golden deity.
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| Udders one by one dry.
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| Another conscience join to the funeral feast.
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| Another sacrifice thrown to the beast.
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| Hearken to the tolling bell
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| of a worn out world’s last yell.
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| Who is the bringer of the coming storm?
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| Who is the last victim that we now condemn?
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| Who is the demon there in human form?
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| That’s kneeling down in worship to the requiem
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| for the locust swarm.
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| There’s a rotten smell to the mound.
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| A bitter taste to mortality.
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| Fertility gone unsound.
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| The recipe to our grave.
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| Unnecessary necessities.
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| Human kind now enslaved.
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| Who is the bringer of the coming storm?
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| Who is the last victim that we now condemn?
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| Who is the demon there in human form?
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| That’s kneeling down in worship…
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| Another conscience join to the funeral feast.
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| Another sacrifice thrown to the beast.
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| Hearken to the tolling bell
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| of a worn out world’s last yell.
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| Who is the bringer of the coming storm?
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| Who is the last victim that we now condemn?
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| Who is the demon there in human form?
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| That’s kneeling down in worship to the requiem…
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| Who is the serpent of the paradise?
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| Who is the snake tongue that now joins the requiem
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| for the locust swarm? |