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A Crusade

Alone in a world I cannot love
While better things wait for me above.
Alone on an emotionless plain
that fills people like me with unbearable pain.
'Tis a place where people have artificial feelings
and are always busy with important business dealings
People proclaim the word without knowing what it means
as the world is slowly overrun by incompetent beings.
And up above this endless bubble
lies a place that demolishes troubles.
There sits our Lord on a throne up high
to belt the mighty battle cry.
And all gather round as the first trumpet blows
While fire sets their world aglow.
Six more times shall trumpets blast
Then is the time to discard the past.
But meanwhile on this world full of worldly things
I'll gather the intellectual beings
And launch and endless crusade
of compassion
For all the world to see
and good news spreaders we shall be
We will spread the word from above
of truth and knowledge,
peace and love.

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