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Why are we faced with life growing colder?

Is man to blame for death, violence, and disease taking over?

It's his fault, but not his doing

That's left to the greater being

 

He has no choice but to inflict us with pain

It's not out of hatred

But his undeserved love

Trying to preserve what once was

 

The past was a time of just enough

Each man looked out for one another and only man could make that wrong 

Now he cares for himself and has lost all faith

Sticking to whatever will make him great 

 

Man persists on finding answers to things which don't pose a question 

With each discovery

Only more is to be solved

Creating a never-ending search for what we've known all along

 

The leaders of our time do nothing to keep things the same 

The population is rising 

And resources are declining 

Yet this is somehow the moral way

 

Nothing is never enough 

Everything must be improved

Has the word stability lost all meaning?

 

No thought is put into the consequences of our actions

The order of nature must be changed

Make people take some responsibility

Or things will never remain the same

 

Until we have learned our lesson

Life will only become harsher

More illness and unexplainable causes

 

So let man renew his sacred image

Do this, and there will be no reason for all the fear and uncertainties 

 

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