when man made the choice that production holds more meaning than life
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he sentenced our world
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to a slow and lingering death
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strip the land of all it holds
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clear the forests down to the last stone
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convert the living to the dead
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and lose your life in the process
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our civilization can reach no peak
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it must continue to ravage the landscape
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consume all the riches it has to offer
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swallowed down into a stomach
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that can never be full
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just like a parasite
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our industries cripple their host
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and leave it
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too weak to stand
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we can lay no claim to this land
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where did mankind develop hisentitlement?
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to rape this earth and sky
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to leave it choking and waiting to die
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shows that we have developed
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a terrible hatred of life
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our culture is too busy
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consuming it's dead remains
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to see the carnage on either
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side of it's face
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yes, this is a reality
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as real as the poisons we eat
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it's in everything we touch
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we have all been marked for death
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as our skies turn grey
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and our water becomes deadly to drink
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we will all perish
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this will be our end
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our desire for production
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has doomed us
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we cannot defend
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our selfish actions
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up to this point
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how can we stop
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this monster that
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we've created?
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it will never rest
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until it's never-ending
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hunger has been sated
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just one more species extinct.
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The Hungry Ghost
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| If Hope Dies |
