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Four scores and seven years ago
Forefathers died
To fill us with pried
A Nation, Conceived in liberty
All men are equal
But not to economy
If a nation expects to be ignorant and free
Expect what never was and never will be
Weapons, of mass destruction
Falsified
To war for lies
I will not fight
I will not kill
For this deceit
I feel contempt
I will disdain
From this defraud
Betray.
Betray
Your people
Abandon
The Truth
Mislead
The public
We'll send
The youth
Betray.
