One day the sweat-soaked, rage-doused masses will walk up to your palace gate
Up to your white picket fence or marble-floored high rise
One day the ghost-like, blood-filled masses will wrench apart your sturdy locks
You'll finally have to look into their pain-flooding eyes
One day the once-hushed, hope-flamed masses will burn your privilege to the ground
You and your hatred will be buried among the embers
Did you think that you would win?
Did you think there'd be no reckoning?
Do you know your life is sin?
Do you hear the new world beckoning?329Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMoho15pZ80
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