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Your mountains are rotten
Your heart is dead
your hungry people
Its structure is not to forget
On God's hands
Life goes slowly
A failed city
That only
Works the basis of chaos
And the religious regime
With churches burned
And the heat of a desert without me
Your mountains are rotten
Your heart is dead
your hungry people
Its structure is not to forget
