The Feast

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Is it true,
Our world is coming to a butter cease?
While the devil watches us,
We burn in and he has his feast

The economic world is failing as we point fingers everywhere
Resources are running out, so everyone plucks and picks their hair

The little but of hope we have left is being tortured, taunted and much more
Now think about it, where is that light we've been yearning for?

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