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Just shoots and ladders and this is the kiss
American anna fantasticalsation
From nowhere to nothing
And I go way back
Children swarm like thousands of bugs
Towards the lights the beacons above the hill
The stars to the West, the South, the North
And to the East
Now you could say I've got a gift of sorts
A fear of rear windows and swinging doors
A love of violence a dread of sighs
I have seen these bairns wave their fists at God
Swear to destroy the beasts stamping the ground
In their excitement for tomorrow
I will take your lands and all that lays beneath
The dust of cold flowers prison of dark ashes
I will slaughter your kind who descend from belief
I am the spirit of greed a lord of theft
I'll burn all your books and the problems they make
If you can see me