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Spokesmen of slavery, |
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The earth is barren where you stand |
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Knee-deep in the quicksand of inability |
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Yet, respect is what you demand |
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Save your quotes and affected sermons 'coz stupidity has never impressed me |
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Know that my windows aren't walls like yours are |
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And no act you engage in can do me harm |
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Why such reluctance to discard the doctrines |
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That are like talons tearing apart your within? |
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Oh, the despair if god ever turned his back on you |
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This catastrophe scenario of yours is making me amused |
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You are but fools sacrificed at random |
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In the twisted game of redemption |
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It's illogical to choose a path |
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That will ultimately lead to one's decline |
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And still wish for a sip of monumentality's wine |
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In the same labyrinth of dilemmas we dwell |
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To me it is a challenge, to you it is a hell |
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Your kind may seek comfort in thraldom |
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But I stand erect, holding high the banner of wisdom |
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Rapists of dignity, |
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Sowing your falsehood into young minds |
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So arrogantly trusting your sanctity |
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Though, the stab will come from behind |
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You are but fools sacrificed at random |
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In the twisted game of redemption |
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It's illogical to choose a path |
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That will ultimately lead to one's decline |
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And still wish for a sip of monumentality's wine |
