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Black earth rises,
as warm blood stains its ground.
Black hearts beating
like man's wardrums of flesh.

They chant their prayers
to the deaf ears of their Great Deceiver.

Curse in our veins,
atonement waiting on the gates.
No salvation
from the ordeal of humanity.

Walk, walk, among the sheep,
straight for the butcher's knife.

Row, row, on a sinking boat,
as the sharks are gaining you.

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