Is it my word or yours,
That Cures this Planet?
Filters the Sloth from the earth,
Churns the damage...
What random insolence was found in your mind
To believe that tho shall hold power
Over All of mankind
Behind you was a soul
So pure at its birth
Yet raised to be praised in ways that were unmentionable
Acceptionable Thirst for anger and Pain
And until this day you show sunshine
but Live amongst rain
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