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A big task, Conversation with an asphyxiator, Fire extinguisher, Magpie Tales, Metaphor, Responsibility, Who is responsible?, Whose job is it?, Will it work?
Landslides here, wildfires there
Oil erupting up into the air
Can you douse it all, we ask
He replies, “This is not for me to do.
Respect your earth, and she will too”
The burning homeless, with futures bleak
This blind faith in minds so weak
Can you douse it all, we ask
He replies, “This certainly ain’t my duty.
When secular and free, you’ll find beauty”
Fumes of toxic business smoke
Arose as a wealthy magnate spoke
Can you douse it all, we ask
He replies, “This sure is not my call.
The pit is deep. I can’t break your fall”
Growing hatred inside of us
The ruthless slaying and massacres thus
Can you douse it all, we ask
He replies, “This has never been my job.
You started it all. You are the mob”
Hearts blazing, like corpses on pyre
Filthy heaps of dark desire
Can you douse it all, we ask
He replies, “This is not my usual thing.
I fight with death, and save the living”
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