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What if all the salt in the sea were made up of gods tears for humanity? Could we still say we're a proud race that does great things? Could we fight and say he's on our side, protecting us with every stride. To honestly say the enemy deserve it, all the death, all the murder, it's worth it.

How we let animals shiver and die in the cold, how we walk by our own in the streets jingling our pockets filled with gold. When we laugh at the elderly falling down, trick our peers and jeer around.
We're a great people, we say. So fair and true. We're triumphant over anyone, even the one who created you. But if we are so spectacular, superior in every way. How could we be so heartless? Getting worse with every passing day.

The tears of an angel might be pure when they fall from the sky. But once they break the atmosphere, manhood tints it until it runeth dry.

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What if all the salt in the sea were made up of gods tears for humanity? Could we still say we're a proud race that does great things? Could we fight and say he's on our side, protecting us with every stride. To honestly say the enemy deserve it, all the death, all the murder, it's worth it.

How we let animals shiver and die in the cold, how we walk by our own in the streets jingling our pockets filled with gold. When we laugh at the elderly falling down, trick our peers and jeer around.
We're a great people, we say. So fair and true. We're triumphant over anyone, even the one who created you. But if we are so spectacular, superior in every way. How could we be so heartless? Getting worse with every passing day.

The tears of an angel might be pure when they fall from the sky. But once they break the atmosphere, manhood tints it until it runeth dry.