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The Right


This is our fight

It's are right to bear these arms

Lift up the weak and gain their knowledge to be strong

 

This is wrong justice is sprong like a violin to the core

Don't let me fall in the depths of the wrong 

This sky limit's is to be the objections too the bone

 

I tell you my heart can't take more from the hell that grows

Fix your mind,your thoughs count on the human-being you once incountered

Found by me is your soul

 

Let the  devils worry and think of time because

time and time and time and time it burns 

that one glorious day they will burn for eneternity 

not to return. 

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