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I've created an uncertainty that now is in full control.. 

Instead of ankle high it's right beneath my neck..

Harvest grows scared of misleading hands of man..

The trails of dust follows me and calls me out to them..

I've bit down way too hard that the crowds begin to roar..

So close to hiding all of this but my blood exposes all..

Thumbs up in the air and are brought down by a force..

A force that says no to me "discard this no good crop"

New water will rise me up and I'll come back new and strong..

I'll remember what they did to me but I'll feed them none the less