| Touching the essence, a blasphemy’s born,
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| why do we keep on trying when lives are torn?
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| In times of poverty we must remember that
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| there are no cues above only within the heart
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| Shade the future so no light find its way
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| to clarify the actuality
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| Wherever you look it will clench your sight,
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| a design so spiteful inverting what’s right
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| To a stranger a lark, for the locals a war,
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| collapse the foundation like never before
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| There will be no excuse
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| for the path that we choose,
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| smite the foul from the lungs of our breed
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| How could we come this far to a place that all forgotten,
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| our fate hath bound us here to stand as one again,
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| a million years old legacy cannot be crooked by men,
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| don’t let the serpents soil your mind; |
| it is the worst of stains
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| Tearing The Fabric of existence thread by thread,
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| not looking at the oblivious impending end
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| Wherever you look it will clench your sight,
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| a design so spiteful inverting what’s right
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| To a stranger a lark, for the locals a war,
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| collapse the foundation like never before |