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injustice for crimes that didnt
sentence by imperfect judges
in a tribunal of unfortunate being
you kill no matter whats happen
without know that in the earth
pay the price more than your life
what are we
criminal capable to kill your brother
who are we
do you kill for fun your own mother
hunting the prey untill your death
for what to feed your family
or for a little pride that left in your heart
think so far away future
so far that your mind not is capable to imaginate
where the humanity to survive will feed your race
morta thoughts
powerful
are not those who ones are on power
are those wich ones in their heart reign
supreme harmony and peace of spirit
