To Rise Against

To fight this fraudulence of mine,

This sin that man does own,

To use against another.

Such a powerful wepon as this,

That no man can control.

This sin of man,

Its gratest wepon,

And own worst enemy,

The cursed tales,

That one can tell,

To damn their soul,

For eternal pain.

So whats the point,

To tell a lie,

To sacrifice your sould,

all for spiteful lies.

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