| I never ask myself why injustice befell me
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| Accepted of the fact, try and live a life of peace
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| I’m not a violent man, but to those who’d threaten me
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| My enemy, for my family I’ll show thee
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| Death I will fight you to
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| Wrath provoked you cannot bear
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| Our lives are not your toys
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| Mercy, not a drop to spare
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| You of destruction
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| Of hope’s deconstruction
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| Kills
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| Innocence is lost when
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| The blood of innocents
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| Spills
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| I’m not a violent man, again I wish to repeat
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| But for every human that takes away a child’s innocence
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| Whether it by molest, or by all wars pointlessness
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| Killer of life
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| Corruptor of all that is pure
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| I want your nose to break
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| Shattered under clenched fist
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| Smash face to concrete
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| Taste the asphalt’s gentle kiss
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| You of destruction
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| Of hope’s deconstruction
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| Kills
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| Innocence is lost when
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| The blood of innocents
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| Spills
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| To those that are to blame
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| Destroyers of every dream
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| Breaking of hatred’s wings
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| Mars' phoenix begins fading
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| To those that monger war
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| Claiming that this is to even scores
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| This mantra I invoke
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| No longer this fear will
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| I choke
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| There’s no peace for the one who can’t know peace
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| Your every breath it only lives to take
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| Someday the earth you will descend
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| Not a regret I’ll harbor in
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| Tearless my eyes
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| Flowerless my hands
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| And that day when your moment is fleeting
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| (On your grave I will stand)
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| That thought keeps my heart beating
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| (On your grave I will stand)
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| When they lower your casket down
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| Bitter the sweet within my mouth
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| Ender of life
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| Corruptor of all that’s pure
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| On your grave I will stand
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| On
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| Your
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| Grave |