Put down your hands
your cannot hide
melt your thick hair
in the fiery tide.
put down your gun
you cannot prey
let's build our being
and devour the day.
Take off your mask
show me your face
you've taken me back
to a darker place.
whats known is kept quiet
and good is gone
pestilence won't save you
when all is none.
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