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So much terror I have seen, |
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Fought endless years for their revenge |
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Now I know this struggle ended nowhere |
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I am remembering with shame |
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I feel my time has come to fight for understanding |
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I'm not defeated, I'm not beaten |
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Thrown into the darkest dungeon, |
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I pay for my forgiving thoughts |
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They may preach about the same convictions, |
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But they will distort these high ideals |
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No ferocity will unsettle my beliefs |
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I am not taken by the enemy |
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Mechanisms of stagnation |
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As agitators rule the land |
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They want to make us live in fear |
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Yet all they get are unshed tears |
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They want to make us live in fear |
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Locked up in gloom for years |
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Try to silence my voice, |
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But I'm not beaten! |
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No brutality will unsettle my beliefs |
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I am not taken by their felony |
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Mechanisms of stagnation |
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As agitators rule the land |
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And a thousand miles away from home, |
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I meet my expelled brothers |
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Captured in a secret prison, |
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Isolation, regression, indignity for years |
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No atrocity will unsettle my beliefs |
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I am not taken by this agony |
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Mechanisms of stagnation |
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As agitators rule the land |
