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Good Wilted leaves on a sunny day,
Falling down in a mournful way,
The world continues to decay,
This is why I live.
The many wars to prove our might,
The many lives that end in fright,
Insane who scream that they are Right,
All I freely give.
The young the old fall deathly ill,
The strong the bold who love to kill,
The puppet king whose heart grows still,
All get what is due.
The Sacred Savior lives in fear,
The Holy road has disappeared,
The lies are truth, the End is near,
I am all, I am Nothing, I am you.
