The roots of the Earth have taken you away
Our souls were made to feed the soil
Searching for purpose in life again
Reaching for the sun
Seeking to find warmth
But all that remains is dead air
This flesh was made to keep us from the truth
One day we will return to the stars
And all will be revealed
Our time will come
As all things must come to an end
A pitiful existence
Its time to move on

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