Gift Eaters - Youth Summit | Текст песни

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They enter oblivious, hands outstretched, fat cheeks and watery eyes.
They were staring skyward, to their lord.
They are to leave warriors, fighting to save a generation in decline.
Convinced by statistics and fear that they are the last hope.
They are too young.
They absorb the lessons and squeal in delight whenever someone mentions the righteousness of their lord.
They are too young.

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