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Vain fun in the Sun

All is vanity, underneath the sun, all is vanity
Self-centred fleshlings burning in the sun
Their egoism hurts them all and makes no fun
Burning in their own over-flated worth
Smoking into dust, fated from their birth
Dust to Dust
Ashes to Ashes
Flying too far, near the sun
Losing wings, singed faces
Flying too far, now they're numb
Through the skies sun-heated hum
Baked earth and deserts below
Where nothing ever can grow

In the Sun shines the vainless
Basking in the altruistic mess
Scorching in a flaming prison
Sizzling Saints, barbequed benign beings
Glowing Gods and Angels ablaze

All is vanity, underneath the sun, all is vanity
Smoking, choking self-obsessed poison insanity
Written by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
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