There are those who kneel to worship
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And beg for clemency
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There are those who know the hardship
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Of a conscience that'is not free
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Some are weary, some are cold
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Some barely half-alive
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But the wicked and the evil
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Eat, and drink, and thrive
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The prisoners feel the scorching sun
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As they toil among the rocks
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Some are grim, some resigned
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But not one ever talks
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Some are weary, some are cold
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Some barely half-alive
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But the wicked and the evil
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Eat, and drink, and thrive
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The sinner knowing he has sinned
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Is not saved, he is cursed
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For no matter how he may repent
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He's done his worst
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Some are weary, some are cold
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Some barely half-alive
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But the wicked and the evil
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Eat, and drink, and thrive
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The Wicked And The Evil
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