The Coachella Valley.
Deep in the mountains there lies an oasis
The remanent of the natives of ancient
Now its on the upperclass vacation
The demise of an entire Nation,
that for which there can be no replacement.
You can not live off hatred, all life is sacred.
Whats the point of wealth if life is wasted.
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