Since the start of the 17th century
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There's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air
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And the conquest of nature meant nothing at all
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While we betray exception we take all that is there
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Motives are transcluent in the reflection of shame
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The actions ghostly remnants of our ancestral ways
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And unwittingly, you just take your place in this parade
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The voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway
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Since the dawn of our human family
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There's been concentrated sepsis blowing in the breeze
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And we turned on each other with ferocity
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Desperation, forced, without reprieve
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But the missions were misguided and the trammeled led astray
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The air resounds with thunder as the victors seized the day
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And the haunting voice of history lives ignored but not betrayed
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The voracious march of godliness will get us close to heaven one day
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The Voracious March Of Godliness
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