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We sing soft songs
They see shit shaped
Shaped into mountains as big as that pride
Lied about those that died
Unable to survive
Washing wishes and wails in wisdom
Eyes cried out to those destined for hell
Inhaled by minds
Clogging third eye of the blind
Freeing that which cannot be held
Pen to paper
Thoughts begin to meld
One with the rhythm
Question the rhyme
Tried to sink my teeth into deep thoughts
Tasted the slime
Heightened by hypocrisy
Heavy with deceit
Laden with the meaning of life
Sacrificed to defeat
Pontificate on greatness
History thrown up in your face
Tried to make a mockery
Ended up debased