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Raising a bloody cross, you give your vote.
Deceived coins, blurry cries of exclamations.
What is the price of a dead gift?
Your way, your game.
You are a mystery to others ...

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You gave life to millions.
Their dreams.
But he himself ran fearing shame.
By putting a stamp from the heart of the wound ...

The crowd of your slaves no longer believes in God.
Persecution is full of people, despair, freedom.
Having worked dreams, holding their happiness in your hand.
You have become disgusted by them, giving one curse.