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walk away with small fines, assassination still in mind |
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Covered by the military reign, rules the world, rules with pain |
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served your own beloved country, fought against religious poverty |
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You just did it, with all your will, implanted the urge, the urge to kill |
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You played master and servant the king of prison you were called |
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On their knees you made them walk, there was no need for any talk |
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You liked to punish them for their sins, beaten to death, with every breath |
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With open eyes they let you do got you away with murder too |
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Got you away ! Murder too ! |