The human race
Is like a big pot of soup
If we were all the same
That soup would taste very bland
It is the differences between us
That gives that soup
Spice
Flavor
Taste
It is the differences between us
That makes that soup interesting
That gives that soup life
So instead of fighting each other
We need to
Celebrate each other
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Scarecrow
The Scarecrow has come for the harvest Your soul is what he harvests Then gives each soul to a Jack-o-Lantern So it comes awake
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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