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Days Of Gray
Enter the world of the forgotten seeker
Everything is gray, the days unchanged
Wars are the rage and killing is splendor

To conquer, to kill, is are nature, we're splendor
Is money, is power all that we're seeking
The new love is hate that spreads unchanged

Years of evolution, still we remain unchanged
The love of god is lost said the seeker
Flowers unscented no happiness no splendor

The splendor of this seeker will forever go unchanged