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Rigged system

They failed us, we still fight for them
They say hail the king, kneel and kiss his ring
Slaughtering off their slaves, after building their kingdom for refuge to be safe?

Let them burn, they didnt learn
Let them rot while their blood coagulates
Let them decompose and furtilize in a grave
 
So many men have died in battle, just so we could live in their shadows
Fathers, sons, brothers and husbands have fallen in combat
Those who survived, those who were wounded
Came back home to the rest of the clueless

We let them devour earths recources to her final hour
Let them dine in riches n material things
Keep the poor to the slums with their power
We will rise to dethrone them
We will live to see their demise
Remove their disquise n reveal them
Down to their natural state, true cowards

I hope the skies light fires to their surprise
Their lives will expire
Our prideful desires are admired
The energy from our anger they inspired
Murderous vengeance we have aquired

We wont quit or cease to exist until they are retired or dead
Tireless hunger, tired of our heads having numbers
They will suffer with out any comfort
With every ounce of strength we can muster
Let them parish like the monsters they exhibit
They sat in mansions while sending the poor to parish on foreign lands..

What to these actions can any of us understand? There decietful plans, sinful and hypacritical acts of this so called kind of man, those who represent man kind to the public.

Sheep in wolves clothing is what they are to me, a fake system rigged in their favor, to become rich, choose their own flavor, you make me sick and ill never name you as my goverent..

 

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