Pathogenic thoughts, a guilty conscienceThe mock of society, a dreaded
Souls ripped away, never see the light againBroken bodies, twisted
Scared of being me, the faith in me is dyingReality
we have come to a timeWhen living is a crimeLive
Violent despair emerge in shadowsCraving for reflectionWisdom fades in a
Crying mothers, dismembered menA world at warHate your friend religious
What are we approaching now?Inhabitants of sarcasm?a better life to
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