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Dirt was forced into mouth

I'm tired, discharged, sick and broken!

Murder is a sin

Progress is possible

Sweating out the truth

Forgiveness comes from the soul

I crawled out from among the dead

The father of psychological warfare battled moral demons

Millions around me were passive

Enough is enough!

Hard to remember, there is a world outside!

I can hear, I can see, I can feel so I live!

After years of wrangling I will not obey!

So I live...