Disorder Of Man

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I lost the trace of truth The side-effect of youth The Colosseum of Rome Is smaller than my room Anthills and beehives I see their armed escorts Surround the plenty horn I know all of them lies Please note and tell the others Anthills and beehives Their eyes as sharp as knives Their god don't cast a spell I got no fear for hell Another meaningful line
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