Marching

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Cain

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The first now the last,
Living just like the past,
Marching downward,
Toward hellish doom,

With every step that we take,
A little peice of love breaks,
Still we charge onward,
Under darkness and gloom,

To know of tommorow,
Is the knowledge of sorrow,
To the bearer of truth,
There's no sin,

This world is of Evil,
The flesh of the Devil,
The destroyer of youth,
And within,

Until all becomes one,
The life under the sun,
Will continue to stumble,
And falter,

When all the world is like night,
The Light shines so bright,
And here what man,
Can stand up at Gods alter?
 
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