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Unsacred soul on a blood-spattered pole
All the children are watching as they grow cold
We need a life
One day we'll stop them
Changes will cure them
Crushing resistance
Choosing religion
Breaking discussion
Losing solutions
Blaming our cruelty
Disguise our own tears
