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The Living Shall Envy The Dead

Waking up living is like waking up dead
As the workers climb the precipice
The queen ant's still asleep in bed
She's hording all their rations
With slaves set to assist
And the mass of this lost colony
Will never see a day of living rest

The emperor now is rising
And she still wears not a trace of clothes
The world around her crumbles
But her gluttony is all she knows...
The herds will thin, the walls will crack
Their backs will break...
It's all for "progress"?

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