.What a tragic mess you fools have made of this.
The soul's filled with vacancy.
You've spoiled all the crops and seed.
This was a birth, a gift. You daftly wasted it.
The dust and dirt will stain your fists.
You can't escape your own skin.
Every creation is plucked from a boun.
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