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Road Of Sin
How long are you going to trespass. Destroying things that were meant to surpass. Ruining innocent lives; Killing men’s wives. Because they don’t believe what you believe, Or wish to achieve what you achieve. You kill their bison And steal their men. For your own gain. You don’t care how many you have slain. But in the end, You will come to a bend In your road of sin And you will try to start again.
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