We the people, your degraded slaves, your divine servants, of gluttony and pain, will sift through the shit that you wallow in
Womanizer, abuser, false God and our leader, we choose to bite the hand that starves us.
We must, we must
Rise up
To fight oppression
To take a stand
We are the weapon
We must, we must
Rise up
Break down the walls
Kick down the door
Let your voice be heard
Take up your arms
We are all muts
He will not
divide us
To die for a noble cause
Is not a death at all
It is
Divine
martyrdom
It is
living
on

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