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The CleansingThe beauty, wrapped in such deceitThe future, unfolded into nought The wrath, unleashed like a flood The depth, persuaded by a rotting tongue To seek to find to destroy not grow You take my home The future, the fear Such devastation You take my home The green pastures of forgotten dreams Spoke to you like distant screams To seek to find to destroy not grow There’s no returning home You take my home No future, all fear Such devastation There’s no returning The green pastures of forgotten dreams Spoke to you like distant screams Those faces known now wiped clean The cleansing witnessed through bleeding eyes The face of enchantment holds back the cloud of bereavement The dark skies are building, thunder illuminating the sky This is the cleansing of man |