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Destroyed by vengeance! |
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The roots of a tree can't drink from different woods, |
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hailing a new leader for a freedom they don't deserve. |
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Disconnected patter to gather and army of liars, |
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claiming for their freedom with a leader that won't be. |
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Hitting randomly, aiming nowhere, |
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souls lighter than a leaf. |
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Forgetting hopes, taking wrong choices, |
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ignoring what will be. |
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Consumed by vengeance, faking rebellion, |
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looking for gods they don't know. |
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Indulging in war games, raping this land, |
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what do they seek for? |
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Dishonoring a flag that could have been, |
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freedom of choice, weakness in will. |
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Breeding the hate, a cancer in wolf's head: |
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the snake is fighting in the sunlight. |
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How many more dying men will walk this path again? |
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When this fake leader will throw away his mask? |
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The appia vein is taking his venom to Rome's hear: |
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they'll suck it out and die for us. |
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A collection of insects in a vase of grapes, |
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and infamous wine no one will swallow. |
