Zealot, extreme believer,
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That your cause is just.
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Reading between the lines
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On weapons of distrust.
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Spoken words are ammunition
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For the martyr heart.
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Twist the meaning,
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Righteous seeming,
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Shape your endless war.
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Soldier, you choose your targets,
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Judge them through your sights.
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Murder the murderer,
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Two wrongs will make a right.
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Follow the whispered order
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Deep inside your brain.
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Vengeance for stillborn souls
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Unable to be saved.
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Believe in a dream,
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See what you want to see,
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Preach an ageless hate.
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Tears that you bleed
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Through a mask of false sympathy
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Fulfill your empty fate.
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Healer, both life and death
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Shaped by your slight of hand.
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Feeding the notion that
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You are more god than man.
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Gamble your fame and fortune
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A bullet's game of chance.
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Profit from poisoned veins
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And thrive on violence.
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Sustained by pain and bitterness
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Is no way to live.
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Drowned in the spin of ignorance,
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Nothing left to give.
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The victors write the history,
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Then kill the messenger.
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Instead of bettering their lives,
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They fight to make ours worse.
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Martyr, you've been deceived,
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A pawn in this crusade.
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Patriot fatality,
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A grave without a name.
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Zealot
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| Under Eden |
