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Malnourished Multinationals

Oh woe, lament for this corruption,
This world is sent into death and destruction.
You, kill the souls of the dead,
In return the malnourished mouths shall be fed.

Oh woe, lament for this poverty,
As we dine in sweet copulation of glee.
They brand all things natural,
In return, they can't control souls nor the spiritual.

Once the tides have changed,
We shall be dried up, contained.
Let them strike down upon us,
I wont fight, I wont fuss.

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