The peoples blood splashed on a sandstone wall
When the Martyr died at rising dawn
Echoes resound around our heroes fall
As darkness fades a fresh new day is born
No more we cower before the cruel lash
The tyrants yoke is broke and cast aside
Our fetter chains rust amidst the trash
Fear and pain retreat from callous pride
Liberty, bright and fiery mother of our cause
Great spark that flamed our revolution
Upon your fading star I solemnly did pause
To see our hollow dream as only an illusion
Feelings awoke to ignorance and greed
Woven Stealthly within sincerity and truth
Mists of love and hate strangulate our need
Around our necks prowls powers golden noose
From dim cantina up wafts the Martyrs Lament
On the hill I recollect his hearts desire
His seed has sprung its leaf is heaven sent
Its roots snake down to rot amidst the mire
With rancid fabrication trickery prayer and vow
My servants sustain and prop our toxic tower
I am their creation though to me they bow
I see each hub of pox in our pyramid of power
Hungry children weep as we corrupt their meat
They are poisoned by drugs and prostitution
My host of servile minions milk dry each teat
Relentlessly reminds me why we had our revolution
#geordie boot
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