Upon pillars of salt
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Built to withstand the wrecks of passing time
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Not ready to bear the weight
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Of human indifference
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"The poison that keeps the rotors of the world in motion"
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Now as tongues lick
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Mouths get numb
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As speech becomes inarticulate
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Minds nauseate
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Both sides of the coin bear the same figure
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Both sides have the same story to tell
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The real one fades away as time passes...
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Leaving nobody behind to remember it.
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Lies and truth dance around in circles
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In a constant change of positions
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A rotating diameter where ends never confront eachother
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And at the center stands
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The rotor that sets the circle
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That engulfs us all
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In motion.
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Forged ages ago
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By the blood and sacrifice
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Of innocents that died in vain
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On the altars of political
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And religious confrontations.
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Disintegrating Rotor's Authority
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| Homo Iratus |
