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In the end there was the beginning, we died our lives away.
Mixed emotion make everything so clear, even the courageous have fears.
We show pride in our woes, ignite the weak for charity.
Nuns chase the boys around, widows take a night to town.
The fire goes out shortly, no more twinkle to the terror.
Civilians killing hero's, london is burning again.
Perfection is a myth
Society tries to install
Freedom is a empty word
Peace will never be achieved
Governments will ensure that one.
The world is turning slowly, to the upside of down.
Once again as it seems, it is a frown.