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Humanity is lost
The world wonders in the dusk
What has been predicted has come to past
The final days are here
Like hearing a clock ticking near and near
Everyone runs in fear
Like tiny ants running without a care
The final days are here
While those in charge role and gravel for the ink painted paper
While the world and its people suffer
Power, money and greed rules the earth
While those without these predicaments is treated like dirt
Humanity is lost
What is the price of your soul?
Selling it in exchange for riches and gold?
Ruining and talking lives
The earth has took its toil
Is all this really worth selling your soul?
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