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Apoptose
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There is no river in their future
There is no flower in their dreams
They wants to destroy all our feelings
They wants to have all that's shining
Wasting humanity
Enslaving lower classes
Controlling the world
And building ever more towers
It's time to stop atrocities
And to forget all this hate
The world is crying bloody tears
And bombs killing innocents
It's time
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