The conceited tabernacle,
Where a childhood playmate,
Became a war-torn primate.
The cruel intentions of a million men,
And women,
Lay buried deep,
In the constipated bowels of the past.
Carry on, and carry on,
Carry on away,
Ceaselessly into the sun,
To find our brighter day.
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