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A million shells like stones in sand,<br />The soil painted by severed hands,<br />(Red)<br />Locusts breed in a child's skull,<br />A hallowed tank, rats in its hull,<br />(All dead)<br />Wars keep the vultures fed. <br />Friends and foes, all extinguished:<br />Mother Nature can't distinguish?<br />?Between a killer and a priest.<br /><br />Heroes are the victor's butchers,<br />All their rapes and all their tortures<br />Cleansed by rains of gold and years of rot.<br />The human god mirrors the human brain.<br />Pray for power and material gain,<br />So the rich die old, and the poor die shot.<br /><br />An armed cadaver on a fleshless horse,<br />Father Time knows no remorse<br />For rifts of West and East.<br />So the scavengers feast.<br /><br />A martyred saint's but a jackal's meal,<br />And for all man's pride and religious zeal<br />Both the church and whorehouse burned.<br />The flies, the ants, the carrion thrive,<br />Hornets dig a ribcage hive,<br />And the world, the world still turns.<br /><br />When all mankind tastes the earth,<br />Mother Nature will give birth<br />To another king of beasts.<br />And still the scavengers feast.
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A million shells like stones in sand,<br />The soil painted by severed hands,<br />(Red)<br />Locusts breed in a child's skull,<br />A hallowed tank, rats in its hull,<br />(All dead)<br />Wars keep the vultures fed. <br />Friends and foes, all extinguished:<br />Mother Nature can't distinguish?<br />?Between a killer and a priest.<br /><br />Heroes are the victor's butchers,<br />All their rapes and all their tortures<br />Cleansed by rains of gold and years of rot.<br />The human god mirrors the human brain.<br />Pray for power and material gain,<br />So the rich die old, and the poor die shot.<br /><br />An armed cadaver on a fleshless horse,<br />Father Time knows no remorse<br />For rifts of West and East.<br />So the scavengers feast.<br /><br />A martyred saint's but a jackal's meal,<br />And for all man's pride and religious zeal<br />Both the church and whorehouse burned.<br />The flies, the ants, the carrion thrive,<br />Hornets dig a ribcage hive,<br />And the world, the world still turns.<br /><br />When all mankind tastes the earth,<br />Mother Nature will give birth<br />To another king of beasts.<br />And still the scavengers feast.
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