William Martyr 17 - Jejune Тексты

We have determined:
I can't take your blood money, for I know That it's my blood you shed,
That it's my bones that you break,
That it's my home that you take...
Taken with little thought.
Pardon one...one of pure greed,
One that can destroy a nation,
One that destroyed me.
Lift your hands,
Raise them well when you have found out Just really what you stand for.
Leave me be...I don't want what you Have.
Precious life, why have you forsaken me?
What made me so unequal in your eyes?
Live equal, die equal...
We have determined.
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