There is none righteous, all have turned aside.
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Sorrow - fill the lives of falseness and lies.
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Not hunger or thirst, diseases or the wars.
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Nothing is enough for dying mankind.
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There is no horror, which man is not capable.
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Misery - and failure, is it what man is made of?
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I step aside to listen, the cry of this world.
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Pain comes in many forms, enhanced in hands of men.
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Constant - amount of pain, driving us insane.
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I have less so you get more.
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Constant are the cries.
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You have less so I get more.
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Constant are the cries.
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Constant - amount of pain driving me insane.
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I have less so you get more.
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Constant are the cries.
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You have less so I get more.
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Constant are the cries.
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Have a feast at Vanity Fair.
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I have less so you get more.
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Constant are cries.
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Have a feast at Vanity Fair.
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You have less so I get more.
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Constant are the cries.
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Immortal Souls |