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They meant to serve

And they serve us

Filthy excrements

On a gilded plate

No truth to be found

In the oceans of lies

Not even ten

But one of the righteous

Not even one

There's no consent

To set the world ablaze

They meant to protect

And they protect

Vital flow

Of the rivers of gold

The numbers grow

Life's cheaper than oil

The price is low

Will the shores of sanity

Disappear under the red tide again

Will the passive society

Drown the voice of the reason

For the lords of the world

Place their pawns on the global board

And are eager to start a war

No matter who wins we all lose in the end