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© 2002, Roy Stucky

The world has been tipped and we cling to the slope
That pulls us toward death and devours our hope.
Here nothing comes easy from bitter hard land.
We take what we crave with a blood dripping hand.

Dominion surrendered for sweat watered toil.
A kingdom rebellious right down to the soil.
Begrudged every morsel we wrest from the weeds,
We're punctured while reaching for shriveled up seeds.

Thorn
Creation's falling down.
Thorn
One day to make a vicious crown.
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Survival's a struggle eventually vain.
Decline is called progress and change labeled gain.
The weapons adapted are signs of decay.
The fragmented species dissolve into clay.

Thorn
Creation's falling down.
Thorn
One day to make a vicious crown.
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We lords of creation aren't up to the task,
But pride keeps parading a superman mask.
The needle resistence of nature's nude fear
Pokes holes in conceit that our conscience is clear.

Thorn
Creation's falling down.
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One day to make a vicious crown.
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