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 We're cast as fools
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To blindly play 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
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Spoils Of Victory
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| Amebix |
