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What's this world coming to
Its just not the same, before
Skys were once bright blue
Now's pitch black on rage,
Thunder storms screamin in
Pain the worlds gone insane
Full of lunatics doesn't None
The meaning peace so death
Increases just as fast like
Negatively that poison thee
Hart of innocent's what can we
Do what must we do to heal
Ourselfs, its Recession now
That dreams outta of the
Qusetion, how my future will
Be, there's no chance of planting
My own family tree I'm in sorrow in
Seeing what's next.