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Where was the hand of the enlightened soul who dwells beyond the gate?

Through obscene wealth and endless wars, their peace was crudely made.

Within the walls locked and sealed they judged the stricken and poor.

Their error lay in choice alone and only it could bring relief.

Choose your misery and live the sorrow while they bathe in the summers sun.

Such complacency lead them only so far until a God arose.

A grotesque breed of hate and malice leading victory with spiteful glee.

An incest sprog with Nazi dreams leads the conservative Party.

No one shall defy

Lies on top of lies

face the hand you´re dealt

bow to the BLACKBELT

We follow no one not the ways of the old that stigmatized the poor.

A new wave of protest promises change without internal collapse.

Political dreams nurtured by capitalism´s grasp, they stand behind wealth and title.

A program of wit and intellect brings no alleviation.

No one shall defy

Lies on top of lies

face the hand you´re dealt

Bow to the BLACKBELT

Beyond words, beyond manufactured hope

into the darkness

that is world of the many

down and out and left behind.