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Look to the north, look to the east, look to the west and south |
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On all horizons storm clouds loom and roll across the sky |
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The river bursts its banks and vomits soil into the mouth |
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As thunder breaks the silence, a young child cries! |
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Between the night and the days first light the leaders made a pact |
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To raise the rotting corpse of war and set the wheels in motion |
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The stage a heaving battlefield would support the final act |
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While the authors hide in sattelites or forts beneath the ocean |
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And in this play |
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We're cast as fools |
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To blindly play |
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By others' rules |
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Now the dust has settled and the stench completely clear |
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Then return the victors to claim their wretched crown |
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But from the fleshheaps of the slain, there comes no cheer |
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Their game is over, the chips are down |
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You arrived like a breath from the angel of death |
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Famine, disease and a life on your knees, guaranteed |
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When you put them in power |