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The darkness leaves for the poor man's awakening

He turns back and builds himself a dream

The magistrate laughs, up in his dark tower

In his noisy delight, naked from any stain

His power increases, crushing the poor man's will

Sitting on his wealth, the rich man cries

He asks forgiveness but the rope is tight

He asks for his own death but the deal isn't fair

The poor one is always clean but justice fails

Money charmed and under sharpened knives, they cry the terror

Which will kill them in the end,

Crushed by the law. the poor man dies

Under the rich one's eyes

The remorse is the attorney's laughter

The power is weak when it doesn't belong to you

The attorney sleeps on the wealth he earned wrong

While the poor one sleeps, awaiting his vengeance

Glory sleeps beside justice and stays idle

The rope is tight on the rich one's neck

And the judge is gunned down by the poor one's hand