Cut the line, I've heard the rest. You'll never get me answering to the cold hand of the tired man, bred to take and to rape what the leavers left.

So come on. Show a little mercy to dying suns. So come on. Show a little mercy to humble ones.

Some with go as the timid type, facing down soul strapped inside. The method of the trilene knot never fails until the line is cut.

So come on. Show a little sympathy tired ones. So come on. Show a little empathy busy ones, and slow down.

We are all constant wrath, with what we think we own, while we tread upon, and tread upon the grove. On the contrary, some will walk in the dirt cut up by the dogs, soaking up the sun and rain, just to break and to shake up captivity.

So come on, destruction is the nature of everyone. So come on, destruction is the killer of everyone.

So come on, show a little mercy to dying suns. So come on. Show a little mercy to humble ones.


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