Sad coindidence, about, a possible end
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all the prophecies, show, a near future.
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Too many minds, speculating about our sentence of death,
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too many voices, crying out, to a sceptic world.
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They could see, the Mother Earth bathed in our blood,
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they could feel, the fire burning bodies and souls,
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they could dream and walked over our ruines,
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they could be hopeful that moment will never arrive.
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But that moment that they saw so far,
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comes closer like death to life,
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and the words that have travelled across the time,
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die unuseful before a deaf world.
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I, don¢¥t wanna see the mother earth bathed in blood,
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nor feel the fire that destroys mankind,
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in my nightmares I see the world in ruins,
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I think that hope they had one day has died
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I feel it has died...
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Really, all the prophecies point at a great change for humanity.
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Religions as Christian, Mussulman and Buddhist,
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civilizations as Mayan, prophets as Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce, Jean Dixon
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in this way they¢¥ve wrote it becaming true or not this prophecies,
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it¢¥s not difficult to see that something destroys the planet.
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World of chaos, sentenced to dark.
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World of fear, sentenced to die.
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Lakes of blood, jungle of fire,
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razing life, don¢¥t you care?
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So, fight for peace.
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In a world born of suffering
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where pain and death prevail,
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Mankind fight to survive
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in bloody wars, wickedness and hate.
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Sometimes at night when I close my eyes
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I see the Earth crying
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perhaps that prophesied change¢¥s the Earth
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killed by its sons.
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World of chaos, world of fear, don¢¥t you care?
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Razing Life
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