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It appears as if, the sky is going to fall on our heads
So we'll run, let's run, into this trash compactor, where we can feel safe
It pushes us down, becoming one with the soil in the ground
So then, we may grow, and pray this canopy will shade our days.
I create worlds, with the ink of my pen
entire civiilazations, their dreams and dialect
I'll make them wage wars, and kill the ones they love
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