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A place where blood is cheaper than water,
Where people thrive in hate and despair,
Little or no laughter,
Where the ones tasked with protecting lives,
Frolic in bed with our murderers,
Where evil runs the Government,
And there’s no conscience or consequence.
The land is not green,
This hell we live in runs with scarlet streams,
It’s air thick with the sound of painful screams,
As we cry to God for the scale of loss,
Because the Emperor has been bought,
And payment for his tacit consent,
Made in full with our blood!