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Deep beneath this crusty playground
This scabbed, scarred, perverted dream
Deep beneath the putrid waters
Where the sun could never gleam
Deep beneath this corpse of mankind
Clothed in its self-painted beams
There lies a kind of power... shaken
Taken from the heights of heaven
Thrown into the pit of hell.
Ne'er a more jealous, hating creature
For man's bequest of his abode
Ne'er a more cunning evil cheater
Deceiving us to share his load.
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