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The traitor of My land sit fearlessly
While the sons of the land die silently
The sky wept bitterly for the atrocity done
The blood of the Innocent paint the city

They are Lucifer clothed with human skin
With sugar-coated mouth we were lured
The earth expel corpses on it

The cave of death become our hope
In babylon, we wait and long for hope
The protruded stomach politician abode in mansion
While the pickle civilian sent on a suicide mission

Furiously, vengeance will strikes Their lineage
Patiently, reward them with wailing and gnashing of teeth
Their Nemesis will be openly and shame their food
The grave will reject their body, hell vomit their soul

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