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Ring around the Rosie
pocket full of Posie;
We all fall down--
We burn to the ground.

Born in corruption
Spiteful souls of hate
Good souls up and rising

it all goes down in fire
A wise seer once said
If your a good girl,no lies
God will take your head.

Sickening, sweet-filled lies
Fill troubled lonely minds..
And we rise from the ashes
Brandished swords and clashes
They all fall down with

Violence--no more
Peace liberty-- we soar--
Then the cycle repeats

humanity fails,my friend.

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