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I have seen the rising sun
I have seen the fallen moon
As this world she comes undone
Destined are we to see her doomed,
I have seen the serpents rise
Sifting through the minds of youth
Through entertainment their disguise
Leaving them without a clue,
Feigning for satanic drugs
They cannot think for themselves
Now mindless catatonic slugs
Beneath the evil doers spells,
So sell your souls and save yourselves
Life can be a living hell
Upon this earth on which we dwell
Amongst the wretched infidels,
As conscious serves us as a weakness
With all our tiny hearts hold dear
As worldly possessions seem to seek us
While having nothings what we fear,
So human natures born then raised
And governed freedom keeps us slaves
As papered faces are what life pays
Upon this filthy earth our grave,
So bury me inside myself
And set my soul outside to rust
With me I take my mind my wealth
So ashes to ashes and dust to dust…
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