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Apocalyptic

Social suicide
Countless homicide
Eagar men killing
Pump and chalk full of lead
Can’t we see?
This all a dream
One that’s deem
Something not to be
You see bleeding hearts
And try ruthlessly to pull them apart
So who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
Eager souls always willing
Big fat men tearing down buildings
Skipping laughing being glad
Screaming yelling slowly going mad
We walk a thin line
So it looks like we are fine
Then maybe just maybe
We could produce a baby
To lead us in a new light
And renew our spirits for the fight



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