The scheme
Blood keeps dripping
Desencitising your mood
Forest life flipping
Corrupted to the root
People keep on shipping
For making a bit of loot
Fear makes you tripping
Trapped under their boot
In this time of the clipping
We are always made to shoot
In this short life of us
We are blown to oblivion
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Erwin | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 maart 2012 | ||
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