| The fall of the kingdom has left a rich soil
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| A new morality in the form is sown
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| Previous facts are now exposed
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| The thorns brought on the previous dawn
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| Defences, a perception to keep us strong
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| The destruction in the past
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| Is used to form a common sense
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| In the construction of the present path
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| The moral high ground now prevails!
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| Power centers shall not be late
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| Institutions now direct the song
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| New wonders and discovery
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| All appear as gold and stone
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| An illusion!
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| The colors are set so bright
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| That all else seems dark and grey
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| All senses numbed to explore
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| The moral high ground now prevails!
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| The nomads, separate for the crowd
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| Fearing blindness
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| Watch the scene of the dying soil
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| The kingdom, for survival
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| Plants its morals on foreign lands
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| And the story repeats itself
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| As the kingdom rules through fear
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| Oppression, hypocrisy, denial
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| Forge a lie on moral grounds
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| The kingdom has now grown old
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| Distorted, no different from the last
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| The songs from the nomads
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| Echo in a new dawn
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| And as the kingdom falls again
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| A once dissenting voice is heard
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| Becomes the beacon for the suffering
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| Of fresh ideas, thought and growth |