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They shape our will.
They are the culture -- they are everything we pass on.
Expose someone to anger long enough,
they will learn to hate.
They become a carrier.
envy, greed, despair...
All memes. All passed along.
Here I stand beneath the warm and soothing rain
The droplets falling gently down on the terrain
Wash away the sorrow, all the stains of time
but there's no memory it's only dry inside
In the mud and sinking deeper
Into a peaceful life
AND IT WILL COME
LIKE A FLOOD OF PAIN
POURING DOWN ON ME
AND IT WILL NOT LET UP UNTIL THE END IS HERE
AND IT WILL COME
THROUGH THE DARKEST DAY
IN MY FINAL HOUR
AND IT WILL NEVER REST UNTIL THE CLOUDS HAVE CLEARED
Until it finds my dreams have DISAPEEEEEEEEEEAAAA A A AAA AA ARED
(I did that from memory)