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The Greed of Few
02:25
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From the chaos of the universe, all that is known as reality
Emerged
In current day,
We, as humans, are the only life that we know of that possesses
A reasoning mind
Life on Earth has been present and surviving
Even through multiple mass extinctions
Consciousness
It was born with us and within us
We as a whole have never truly been aware of ourselves
Mankind, like children
Has always looked elsewhere for the answers
We must shed this childlike state, and enter
Mankind's adulthood
We must rely on our reasoning minds
Throughout our time we've always held value In
Elements and compounds...
...Silver, Gold
These elements, they've always been present
They've been changing in time through chemistry and physics
Consciousness is truly the rarest of phenomena
The ability to take in with our senses and base opinions
To enjoy or wonder
To question and ponder
These are truly the rarest events in our universe
Sentience is not even common in the grand scheme of life or evolution
Never once have we collectively realized these truths and made
Real attempts to preserve life
The greed of few has always had
More power
Over mankind than
Anything else
And with this greed
Our slow and inevitable
Suicide.
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Passive Progressive
05:08
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All I see is a virus - Spreading
Suffered landscape
The excrement piles high
Call it community - Treading
On their brothers
They can barely live side-by-side
Greed has infected the waters
Blood spilled to show who's in power
I wait through firestorms
I wait for this abomination
To run its course
They treat this rock as a rental
Some may once have cared
Now they've given up
Trenches that had been blindly dug
On impulse
Over dated traditions from doctrines
By dead men
Soon, our day in the sun
Gaze upon kings of old in a new sky
Unidentified flying observers
We are far more humane
They'll fall before their time
As history defeats itself
Here's to a new day
Carry the weight
Learn from mistakes
Carry the weight
Learn from these mistakes
And savor the failed age of man
I wait through firestorms
I wait for this abomination
To run its course
I wait (Let 'em wash right out)
I wait (Watch them crumble down)
I wait (Let 'em wash right out)
For this abomination
To crumble down
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