The Earth is just a grave
whos tenders we've become
embracement of extinction
as we repeat the past
Ch:Denial of tradition
one becomes the multitude
We can stand against the tide
that turns the world to red
We become the sculptor
clay becomes idea
future the accomplishment
Clay
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