Catching a fish to eat
Eating to live
living to eat
At joes or the mac
Driving a doe down the hill
Just to live to eat
We fill our lives
With their tenure
They did inherit before
My actions I do abhor.
Made us terrorists and lonely
Lost and sad
Protect my friend
That is our earthly errand.
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