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I stopped living in fear, suspicious and unclear

Much too close we are to the end

So close we just can’t tell

A materialistic world won’t save us from the storm

Can’t we try to understand?

We’re fanning the flames of hell

Must we burn?

Stop the cause stop the fall, patiently witnessing society

The poor, the fool - we are all united by this fight

They bleached our mind and fed us scum

Still we think this is alright

They clench their fist on harmless bones

Nothing swiftly deters my discontent

‘For nothing contributes so much to tranquillise the mind as a steady purpose. A point on which the mind can fix its intellectual eye’

A steady purpose

We sold god

Yes we did