.Pollution of body and soul, the whole world is dying.
Pollution of moral sin, there is no denying.
Trapped in a swollen shell, barred away in a covert cell
Encased by wire and thorn
I stand and see, the hearts pour out of the hands which suffer.
The Vile image encircles me.
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