I win you lose, let's get over that fact.
Enslaved!
That's what I am
you are England
and I am a fighter
You detest me for this
Going against your tyranny
Not blindly following like a sheep
I hate you for that
Punishing me for only stating what other could not
Would not
A mutual hatred
For different reasons
But you hold the power
I hold nothing
Or do I?
I hold the revolution
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