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Death cleanses the world of good,

At the expense of the American dream,

Fucking over all who work to protect,



Those who take our trash,

Those who drive the vehicles that save,

Those who protect us while we sleep,



The scum of the Earth in many eyes,

Hated and unwanted by their fellow man,

Led to believe they would all be wealthy in funds,



Realizing the true, painful reality of it all,

Never known for what they do,

Only expected to carry it out,



Life is more horrific than any hell can produce,

Living in regret and sorrow,

Rather than serenity and prospect,



Their eyes fixed on the sweat and blood they've lost,

For desire can overcome adversity,

Behind this mob lays a powerful speaker of new,



Power within the palm of a hand and emotion,

Hate will guide them all,

Towards the day they revolt,



Smiling as the world is a blaze,

Towering inferno as far as vision can see,

True chaos on our senses,

As the palaces burn.