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A tale of the two two
hungers to feed With power their lust and armored with greed They both wanted every thing the moment to fear When night would conquer day that moment so near

Oh satellite!
By fashioned will bare pused to your darkest hour
And fate and time (now) collided a million one armageddons filled

An axis reeled a bullet bore
the dark cried out Like a newborn (babe) and disappeared All sign of life
the end starts a new
beginning And they left with everything They left just their lore Rewarded their army by leaving them There The cry of the soldiers rang

"Oh, don't leave us here --
It's Pandora's box you open, forsaking us" Nothing sacred

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Exodus
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