Mortals strewn across the plain
prey to time, yet trying in vain
bloody rivers idly flow
injecting the germ to even the score--
Hate preceeds and tops the list
the powers of greed and lust come next
We're playin the game, going insane
win or lose, it's all the same--
Consumed by ourselves, on an endless spree
primed with toxins, trying to break free
ancient legacies have turned to dust
not even ourselves in this age we can trust--
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