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I see the casualties of affluence, the rape of innocence and my heart is bleeding but compassion won't nurture the poor intentions won't rid us of war with too much cruelty to comprehend I want to close my eyes, pretend that I'm leaving to a place without famine and greed where everyone has what they need to get by Utopia, a paradise in harmony utopia, my paradise, will never be am I naive to think that we could be more than rotting flowers on the grave of equity more than a fading scar on dying tissue more than a stick of dynamite without a fuse From Letras Mania