Born with bloody hands are the people of these lands,
The inherence of hypocrisy is the truth of the
downtrodden in tender times,
Majorities of silence speak in tongues of twisted
cries from the single eye,
Skulls scorned hidden in shadows crushed under
carpets of corruption,
Whilst the only fed desire is to acquire the
only outcome is to
In my name, I think not.
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