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Down into my grave, a headstone of turmoil
A coffin of maggots, a funeral of ghosts
The weight forcing down the independance
Those who oppose die under wrath of the onslaught
The razor edge against my throat
Destroy the oppression
Create an impresson
This cause is long lost
The inspiration gone
Quickly fading is the menace
That were the monarchs that ruled
The rebelion running in fear
The supports collapsing and the undead rising
A slingshot at the top of the pile
Bringing all below down with them
Fear spreading like wild fire we stuggle against the tide
The gentle wave that quckly becomes a tsunami
The soft trickle that becomes a torrent
Tumble into the dust and never get up
This cause is long lost
The inspiration gone
Quickly fading is the menace
That were the monarchs that ruled
The minor falling further the major rising higher
The middlemen crushed under the collision from both