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Who are we if we're not free?
Counted among the servantry of tyranus?
Oppressed and scared look how we've faired
Cowering to save lives of children
Lock your doors while they rape in scores
The woman blessed most of his heart
All the same just pass the blame
To someone that played proximate part
If I am care and persecution free
Then the world is in order
Yet somewhere on this spinning stone
Many of my brethren cold and alone
Seek another day of breath taken
And pray thanks for damaged children
While I measure the stitch count of my sheets

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