I know this is paradise.
The sun does arise
On the destructive system that shall need
The wretch who makes another’s life his prey
Behold the man that loved and lost
He is lean and he is sick.
Beneath the fatal tree
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Cruelty has a human heart
And it bears the fruit of Deceit
In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave
Thy immortality Broods like the day.
There will be time to murder and create;
To dance with death, to beat the ground.
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