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Seeds For The Next
Condemned and conjoined, we walk,
Steel binding us all.
And ashamed we march our final
To the rope that will break our fall.
We accept our wrongdoing and sentence
But resent our paths essential,
For, in living as dregs of hardship,
We never had much potential.
We love the country that will kill us
And will be sad to see it go.
But beauty is not void of pain
And our love has not been without woe.
We pray that the country we leave
Will be one that will surely grow,
But what hurts in our damnation,
Is we will not be here to see it so.
