The seeds were set into
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Watered with chemicals
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Nothing grows
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Something was buried
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To be buried once more
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The purity of what was ment to flourish
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Becomes a morbid harvest of the dead
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A lesson in pain
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Taught to the ones who cherished those lives
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As their own flesh and blood
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Lessons in pain
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Lessons in vain
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Now drugged up to the eyeballs
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Withered by pain in a dark corner
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The trip turns into a journey
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To the threshold where the planes
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Of existence meet
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Tearing down the last strongholds
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Of internal cerebral resistances
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The waging war comes to an end
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The essence pours and the soul flees....
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Piece by piece
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The road taken
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Falls apart to the point of no return.
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Hears are shed....
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Hearts grow cold
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The bitter sweet taste
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Of this world...
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Others laugh making a profit out of it....
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On Fertile Ground
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Homo Iratus |