We fumigate the world of false hope
It's fading on the front lines
The peaceniks had their say but the pugilists will always win
They'll have their way with what is left
Vultures chomping at the bit
Fighting for the souls and last laments
Until the end is the end, all that is left
and men become one with the soil
Sod for the seeds that our grandfathers swallowed
and the orchid that grows from their chest
We kicked ashes into the face of the dying albatross
We chased rats from the crop that the middleman harvested and
forced them to choke on the fruit that housed our regrets
We dug their caskets up and launched them into outer space
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