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House of slaves
They boil on sandy soil
We call it turmoil
The world only binds us
Don’t let them find us
This house of slaves
Working endless only to spend less
They don’t have a crown
To rule without a frown
Life
When life seems in vain
And you think its in the drain
Pray for some rain till
You get rid of the pain
You think your sins are forgiven
But god knows your imperfections
No matter how hard you try
The thing you cannot have
Will always make you cry
O Why?
If I were an artist
And beauty is a blessing
Why do people say this earth is ending?
We follow leaders and our religion
All we need is a conscience to start a revolution
If religion was for peace and boundary less nations
Why are we pushing the world to extinction?
