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You'll die alone with
your fear of change
your fear of difference,
your fear of truth.
You'll die alone after
murdering your brothers
while setting-up your guillotine.
In god you trust so your
sisters you rape.
2000 years doesn't seem
to have changed a thing.
You feed the machine
with the blood of the poor.
You keep the kids in their
place by keeping the drugs
on the streets. Some will
never have half the chance we had:
A roof, a family, 3 meals a day.
But still we ignore how lucky
we are not to have been
crushed by the machine.
