What Would You Change Slam

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The cacophonous roar, originating from the machines of war.   The engines that continue, the horrific bloodshed, are engineered by ingenious, Madmen.   Hitler, Mussolini,
We come to You with all the right intentions, But the moment we set off they burn to pieces. And it's only now that I realize, Just how far I've fallen from You. In Your spotlight, I become convicted,
There is change great and small, At times it feels as though it doesn't matter at all. So many things that go on That could fill a hundred songs, Never get to see the day of light 
So much is wasting All of it is draining Right through are greedy little fingers Clutching at the resources That make our world go around Air, oil, salt Our vital water
the land of opportunity 'merica the land of equality 'merica the land of slang 'merica we criticize we judge we look down on others as if they were not one of our own
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