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As the days grow darker and the nights grow colder a sense of hopelessness sinks in, slipping farther into our own living hell, betraying what the prophecies foretell. |
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How many faithful have died waiting for their savior? |
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How many faithful will die awaiting forever. |
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Death is the standard by which the reality and depth of all things can be judged. |
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Democracy becomes unholy when our hands are dyed red with innocent blood, so let us stain them with the blood of tyrants. |
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Violence, all this violence prevails, when democracy ****ing fails. |
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Pass your final judgment. |
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Send us to death. |
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We will stand and fight you 'til our last breath. |
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Tell me do you value your life enough to fight that which threatens everything we love? |
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Do you have the strength within enough to sacrifice everything to expose the lies and rise above? |
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Death is the standard by which the reality and depth of all things can be judged. |
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Would you die for what you believe? |
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Would you fight for that cause or fall to your knees? |
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Democracy becomes unholy when our hands are dyed red with innocent blood, so let us stain them with the blood of tyrants. |
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Tell me do you value your life enough to fight that which threatens everything we love? |
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Do you have the strength within enough to sacrifice everything to expose the lies and rise above? |
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Violence, all this violence prevails, when democracy ****ing fails. |
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Fail! |
