Like the sky is to the ground, was love distant to us.
Over the cradle years of our lives, meats we did enjoy
Vicinities of peace, had we, during breakfasts, but our
Enemies are now the game changers; for
Scarcely could we eat our dinner in peace ‘cause
Changers of game, they turned out to be.
Ambushes and snares, they did make for us.
Ruthlessly, they’d come, casting bones in our dinner and
Choosing to make us suffer in our dinner
Instead of considering our grays,
They’d threaten us every day, letting us behold crisis
Yet, we footed their bills and fought their freedom.
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