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We know what it is to be Be a producer A nurturer create in dirt Being from the place we create The people who slaved The people who consume Infinitely those who profit We have been The slave The owner The profiteer Our luxuries have been The sun Dirt Air Satisfaction Power over life Death or growth Mining and stripping Tearing down and barreling Towards an infinite goal I give back to you from whom I take Softly I sob praying it isn’t too late In peace I go Not to some good night But to some hell Where I feel upon my being That which I have done To the ground I give my body To the sky I give my soul May what is left be Let it be Let it be used Used to foster life From what I took Magna Dea I return what was never mine Do what you will In hopes that self sacrifice does What I never could.
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Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 11:44 PM UTC
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We know what it is to be Be a producer A nurturer create in dirt Being from the place we create The people who slaved The people who consume Infinitely those who profit We have been The slave The owner The profiteer Our luxuries have been The sun Dirt Air Satisfaction Power over life Death or growth Mining and stripping Tearing down and barreling Towards an infinite goal I give back to you from whom I take Softly I sob praying it isn’t too late In peace I go Not to some good night But to some hell Where I feel upon my being That which I have done To the ground I give my body To the sky I give my soul May what is left be Let it be Let it be used Used to foster life From what I took Magna Dea I return what was never mine Do what you will In hopes that self sacrifice does What I never could.
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benjamin-valenzuela
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Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 11:44 PM UTC
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