do you know the glorious?
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do you know they breathe and live?
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the strict attention that they give
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toward their competition
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is comparable to any domiant country
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that exists today
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not allowing their alertness
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to be distracted while they take
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what they want
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your actions are useless
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the appalled know
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not to question or act our
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toward the glorious in a harmful manner
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the result woudl disastrous
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eighter side you choose
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can be negative or positive
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so i appalled walk away
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with their eyes closed
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and mouths gaping open
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trying to take in each breath
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they can as they walk away
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they never question them
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they never even think twice about it
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and all we here is his born
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you can hear him strain
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as the pitch retreats
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deeper into a gloom monotone note
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there is a sudden silence
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which consumes the crowd
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a second later
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faces start to grow old with age
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stress soaks eyes
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with a foggy coat of depression
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lips wrinkled
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as the air grows bitterly cold
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i am running
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trying not to look back
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leaping over fallen bodies
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and seeking shelter from this living hell
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Nevermore Will They Have An Understanding...
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| A Life Once Lost |
