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letra de the cold within - crashdog

six men trapped by circ-mstance in the bleak and bitter cold
each one possessed a stick of wood, or so the story’s told

their dying fire in need of logs, the first one held his back
for of the faces ’round the fire, he noticed one man black
the next one sitting ‘cross the way saw one not of his church
and couldn’t bring himself to give the fire his stick of birch
the third one sat in tattered clothes and gave his coat a hitch
why should his log be put to use to warm the idle rich?
the rich man just sat band and thought of all he had in store
and how to keep what he had earned from the lazy poor
and the black man’s face bespoke revenge as the fire p-ssed from his sight
all he saw in his stick of wood was a chance to spite the white
the last man of this group did nought except for gain
giving only to those who gave was how he played the game

their logs frozen in their hands was proof of human sin
they didn’t die from cold without, they died from cold within

- crashdog

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