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The blameless are succumbing to the ravages of warfare built upon capital and greed |
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The lords of corruption leave their people to rot in the gore-riddened streets of chaos |
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Education, employment and health, all stolen from the hands that deteriorate at the flesh |
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The slaving clench their fists pleading and praying for a redesigned future as they reach the brink of renouncement |
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Dreading to open the mouth and spill the words of loathing for with this tongue will only bring execution |
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Hundreds upon thousands all damned at the dawning of life, all damned at the opening day of birth |
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The manufactured gods detach these withered bodies and sell the |
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Land to the highest bidder of the corporate elite |
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With death comes revenue, piles of profit and wealth all generated in blood. |