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Your God’s and masters

Are not going to save you,

When the earth burns to hot

Where will be your God’s and masters,

When you face your final lot

And when we all face self extinction,

Where will out God’s and masters be

Why would they save us, when they saved no other species,

Burn baby, burn, our house will soon catch fire

And we will be the foundation of the funeral pyre,

And mankind will not exist

Our time will be less than the dinosaurs lasted,

So much for being sentient beings

So much for those God’s and masters.