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There is a triumph in every drop

of oppressor's blood

I will fight for his every tear

But what’s most important

They should be living in fear

My despise for your carryings

For those who think we are alike

My most festive promises

Were about violence

So tremble

As I run out of spit

I’ll tear out your jaw

And feed you with bile

There is a pleasure in every traitor’s tear

I crave for his blood to be spilled

On a tip of my knife

Contempt and compassion become one