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Souls are smeared upon slate canvas

For the ideal, red on worn black

Life is torn, scavenged

All for this, and we are to blame

Why is this so, that we are to blame

Stares wide-eyed, how is this fate

But it’s not fate it’s murder

It’s all because of you and me

That they are going to die

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I used run, I used to fly

Used to soar up in the sky

I used to climb, up in the trees

Feel the air, the cool breeze

I used to rule the wooded beyond

But it’s you who ruled all along

And now I’m gone

I used to breathe

I used to live

It’s all because of you

We’re going to die