Dragging us on rocky grounds
Infusing frustration pills into our veins
In a distorted appearance of their diabolic disturbance they hum war dirges
Crucifying us in the name of concern
Lynching our souls with lamenting strikes
Slamming us seriously with sucking sigh
Tearing our souls open with their blood sucking teeth
Projecting through their pupil the soaring sight of wickedness
They pride themselves with terrorism
And drink from the cup of immorality
And play with anger
Leading us spiritually into the sanctuary of abattoir
Dancing round log fires in the dawn clouds
Who are these slaves of ancient rebel?
Clad in nudity
And bow before the nefarious sons of marine?
Yes, they are the workers of night
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