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As of now, feelings of abhor.

As we see, sightings so atrocious.

It's so dark.Bilious euphoria.

Cannot see, can't believe.

An abundance of hatred in me.

Who is to destroy it's mother, earth?

Who is to decide who lives who's not?

Can't believe there is no gratitude for the labour.

The labour not asked by anyone.

Not asked by one.

As of now, feelings of abhor.

As we see, sightings so atrocious.

It's so dark.Bilious euphoria.

Cannot see, can't believe.

An abundance of hatred in me.

No need to feel guilt.

No need to take responsibility.

For now it's far too late.

The blood is on your hands.

Mother earth.

Giver of birth.

You're dead is in vain.

There was no gratitude for the labour.

The labour not asked by anyone.

Not asked by one.

It's too late.

It's much too late.

It's too late.

It's too late.

It's much too late.