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Jun 2012
With all the wars in the past
That have caused so much pain,
None of them will ever be worse
Than the one were about to face,

Our mother earth, our blessed home
The one that money rapes,
Has had enough of all the taking
And all the hatred and pain.

Her father light has been watching over
And agreed on her path,
To start the battles, small at first
And to give his children the chance,

To change our ways, to make us see
That what were doing is wrong,
To worship money instead of the light
Its gone on for so long.

We must take the chance, to see the light
Or every disaster that we see
Will be a battle in the war
To end all humanity
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