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Spending their days creating lies

To shape and mould the thinking minds

The opening scene is a killing

One brother's keeper survives

These echo chambers around me

All ancient wisdom's a lie

Cover up the old mutilations

In a darkened veil so divine

The truest face of your people

Ia hiding deep in what

Divides

Tribes and communities with primal eyes

Spending their days creating lies

{Creating more than traditions, and more than religions}

The oppressed will never question their eyes

{Without a question, searching for answers}

False Echo Chambers will occupy

{False Echo Chambers}

To shape and mould the thinking minds

{Shaping and moulding minds}

These sickening virtues remaining

Our mothers had to abide

Our fathers forced to the choices

Of a barren legacy that

Divides

Law and commandments

All with primal eyes

They spend their days obeying lies

The oppressed will never question their eyes

False echo chambers will occupy

To shape and mould the thinking minds

Questioning our eyes

Blurring out, the thin lines

Blocking out the noise

Refusing Divide

We came so far along

Yet prejudice remains so strong

Othering your kind

Just to keep my own alive

Killing them to make it make sense

Occulus dubitamos

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Heridatelum dubitamos

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Patrimonium paternum

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