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A Change

There's a plot that's become mechanical
And a lie gone far too radical
A river to take and fill with blood
Of the ones who're busy throwing mud
The boiling point for the soup
Of the under knowledge group
Too many minds corrupt by ignorance
From the masses who can't take a stance

The Tempest, it simmers with every life
That knows only to pull the knife
And somewhere along the lines
We forgot to realize that we all could shine

But, it's not easy changing for the better
When we forgot the feeling of being touched