For you refuse to see
Refuse see, in his face, your enslaver!
You prefer to do nothing, and sleep!
On your table, one bread, and you tremble,
monsters shoot you and kids with a beep.
You go forth in the morning, till night,
and you do all your work for a penny!
On your table, one bread, and you tremble,
monsters bomb you one day, as do many!
You refuse seeing Truth, and speak out.
In big pain, carry yoke on your neck!
On your table, one bread, and you tremble,
even lose, yours on street, little fleck!
Tell you this, for you’re Son of the Father!
Tell you this, for He saved you in full!
Get you up! Grab your Light Sword and slash it!
Slash the dark ones to void and null!
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Cosmic Liberty 