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Kneel, peasant.
Do they reek of fear,
Gentlemen, do they acknowledge,
That you are above them?
Do they toil for an elusive reward,
That only we shall reap the benefits of?
Do they cheer for death,
Gentlemen, do they kill
A fellow sapien?
In the blink of eye, my brothers,
They shall kill,
On my words, they shall march,
Into the embrace of death,
And the grim reaper shall all
But be content,
With the lives of those,
For whomst the bell is yet to toll,
Yet they surrender to his will,
In exchange of a hollow promise.
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Gentlemen, do they acknowledge,
That you are above them?
Do they toil for an elusive reward,
That only we shall reap the benefits of?
Do they cheer for death,
Gentlemen, do they kill
A fellow sapien?
In the blink of eye, my brothers,
They shall kill,
On my words, they shall march,
Into the embrace of death,
And the grim reaper shall all
But be content,
With the lives of those,
For whomst the bell is yet to toll,
Yet they surrender to his will,
In exchange of a hollow promise.
© All Rights Reserved
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