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Hell On Earth
Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity Is it the end of times, it seems things can't get much worse They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity Seeking things which once were called of the flesh, of vanity Every word out of their mouths, brings down another curse Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity What misfortune we bring upon ourselves, risking our sanity Could there be new vile thing left in which we could immerse They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity Stories they believe of a world once purged by a great sea They say they believe, but all of their actions very diverse Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity Money, greed, and corruption is the root of all evil you see Salvation, grace, nor love will be traded for contents of purse They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity I am not innocent of anything as I make this lofty decree Only a small hope of seeking right can I possibly nurse Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity for Apocalypse Rising Contest
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