home of titans - where extension is the frame
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remission is the play - in this amaranthine game
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in our compulsory advance - the conquest belts the soil
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we build loggers of the wild land - that never will recoil
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the terms are definite - in this exhausted engine
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scarred in the heaven's blood - and seared into its skin
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in the contamination range - the ice turns out insane
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and a merciful tariff - does not make us humane
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home of titans - where dominion stuns the will
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cannibals and ogres - they have a pouch to fill
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in our loathsome acumen - inheritance is tyranny
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our anima is overcome - and a womb is strategy
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a seduction essential - in a lunatic cadence
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a perfection of the style - but a murder of the sense
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the executive array - operates a mercy-cane
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but the occasional pardon - does not make us humane
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home of titans - where we shadow our own sun
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rapists and assassins - we all become
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in our machinery of greed - a life is but a tool
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love is a residue - innocent blood is fuel
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yes we all partake - in this atrocity
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this is the land of the axe - and of the mercenary
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then we write out contracts - in order not to cut a vein
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but hiding slaughter in four walls - does not make us humane
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