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Coward


Can't go for what desired Can't let my opinion felt Even though tis a solution To quest problems... Cowardice! Call my name. Coward! Why do I dance to their tunes Can't I speak for myself Why don't go against there word once? They came once in a lifeline of there career To buy us and continue to be sufferred With sweet words of pain With tongue of ambiguity To destroy our remaining shattered future Acting Dog as a Messiah Promise to save a Woodcutter From the hands of Hunter (Hungers and Pain). Call me coward.... Call us cowards....
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