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Do you see the skies turn blood red? Do you see what taints the land so pure and fed? His golden arm brought fruit to the lands, His love veins the soil to fruition.
But the evolved infect his beauty to the rocks, His design crumbles to flocks. But he'll rebuild it, By picking the rotten from the fresh.
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