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Dogs, men, slaves

Show of teeth

Cut on backs

Of lesser men

They see

Only red

Night’s blanket downs

Still there is no end

Sixth siren howls

Calling us

In to drown

In the hearts of metropolis

Bleeding in love

Seething with hate

Madness we create

In misery

Is this the way all things should be?

The precious soil

Turned black with blood

All this pointlessness

Our greatest creation

The endless toil

Turns to bad blood

To all this pointlessness

We pledge our contribution