of putting everyone else to blame.
We started equal as we will be, but think too much indifferently.
Take me to your Leader!
Tho may fall a prisoner to a mime.
And must answer him about a crime, but he has nothing left to say as a mime. No doubt, for he lets his followers stand and shout- in pain and time.
And stone away these "sins' of man.
The ones of which he does command.
Follow this path, unto his gate, and see what judgment yet awaits.
You think he'll listen, you'd think he'd hear,
But the quite in that mime yet proves your fear.
He must not tell you of your fate.
Your crippling fast, freedom awaits.
So need no Listen to this mime no more.
For he'll be here, yes here, as you soar.
That's why he's quiet, has all these fears, from the lies he's told you all these years.
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