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where the footsteps of one culture tread the righteous still sing as we march to the tune of "humanity's" hymn a restless night awaits the dawn of a silent spring our mythos and this way of life have led us astray - disconnected we've stepped outside the circle and into the reign for they so loathe the world children search for heavenly bliss and abandon this sacred earth damnation - the chance |
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I am willing to take for life everlasting |
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I return to the womb day by day - from birth page by page - the script we enact to an unsound story of conquest and glory by a culture about to collapse blood flows from the fountains of bondage and brutality (this captive earth to flood) as one whom the mother caresseth so will |
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I comfort you through every waking moment the pleading whispers of mother culture are spoken softly in my ears begging me to turn my back instead |
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I shun her lies with the truth of a newfound worldview |
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I'm deaf to salvation's cry for they so loathe the world children search for heavenly bliss and abandon this sacred earth damnation - the chance |
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I am willing to take for life everlasting |
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I return to the womb my blood for her blood, my breath for her breath back into her arms, to the place we belong mother culture reborn and |
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I again to the earth to break the chains, to give freedom a name and put the life back in living |
