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Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful
We're burying earth in earth
White hands, soft hands carefully
This makes no sense
What's that sound I hear?
I'm lost in a state of confusion
Oh ground
I despise you, but rejoice in your essence
Envy will cease my sky, greed will cease my sky
"Here's a farmer that hung himself
On the expectation of plenty"
At this time I feel there is no bottom to earth
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Endless gore becomes reality
Tradition's dug the grave
The inferno has commenced
HATA BİLDİR
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