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We created from all the dead

The bones give us energy

To form new worlds

New thoughts and imaginations

The souls swam through, anew

What type of animals will we bring after we destroy everything?

Women of bane killing their own kind

Hallucinating

Singing about rebellion against those who gave them everything

Why would you cry?

You must be on drugs

Haven't you seen the sun?

It rises everyday

Haven't you seen the moon?

It always shifts the way it's meant to

Just for you

Still you cry

Still you hate those who gave you everything

With faith how can you trust something with your soul that you don't know?

Why give your soul to another's idea of a perfect reality?

Who is damning you?

Who is tricking you?

Who does both?

Who blesses you?

Belief seems to lead towards manifestcessation!

You'll burn at the stake for corrupting the state!