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A blight of hate

Rakes its claws

From sea to boiling sea

"Help us now

Lest we fall!"

The tortured martyr's plea

We must stand

Against this dark

By any and all means!

Do not forsake

The power of curses

Evil men

Will reap what they sow

Do not forsake

The power of curses

Their own words their judgement

Their throats, open graves

Do not forsake

The power of curses

May they succumb

To the malice they wrought!

Violent they strike

Peaceful we die

Our blood will fill the streets

Give not an inch

Protection for all

The freedom fighter's creed

Hold your resolve

Use all of your strength

They shall suffer defeat

None shall hold power over me

Strike me down and I shall rise

Together we dismantle all you've built

Bastille's Cage, guillotine

Lay my bloody body on the steps

Offering, invoking your doom

All those who scorn justice,

All who praise the boot of the oppressor

Upon the necks of the least of us:

You shall be judged before the cosmos

You shall answer to all souls, living and dead

You deserve no nourishment

And you shall have none

You deserve no peace

And you shall have none

You deserve no love

And you shall have none

Your descendants shall spit at your name

Though you shall not be forgotten

But remembered and reviled

For. All. Time.

You will not suffer peace

You will not suffer hope

You will not suffer love

So mote it be, now I curse thee til the end of your days

Do not forsake

The power of curses

Evil men

Will reap what they sow

Do not forsake

The power of curses

Their own words their judgement

Their throats, open graves

Do not forsake

The power of curses

They shall succumb

On the noose they shall rot!