What dirt you stand on
Now becomes your source
Of the evil and
Chaos you conduct
Citing as the one
The only true gold
Yet you spit on this
Already cracked ground

You won't convince me
I shall watch the flames
Our symbol now burns
With your poison now

Blind to the faults when
They're all here for you
Brought up in a state
Better than others
You can't smell their tears
Only your weak sweat
From a complaint to
Your way of killing

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