Can you tell me why the world is this way?
Harsh words, sad scenes, and slowly beating hearts
Do we not care what it is we all say?
Actions we take are the poison dart.
The world no longer cares for everyone
Left to our own devices... destruction
Mother against daughter, father against son
This harsh world everyone must always shun
This world we start anew like morning dew
No more we harm our brothers and sisters
Flags of peace and harmony we shall sew
Signs of respect with names not mister
This new world is what we all desire
If I said otherwise I'd be a liar
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Raven Diamond
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The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
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