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The earth I doth molested and torn

Everything humane aborted, none left unborn

Contrived devastation, count mill of ruins

Spirits of our elders in our shadows

All your greed reaching for starts

To our mass control

Our god teaches us good words

Still we mistreat our immortal idols

Open wounds about to heal

But life is full of stress

That will hopefully hinder

New desires in progress

Mass confusion opening illusions

Try to make it through another day

But why try, when does it end

There has got to be a better way