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Forced To Believe
Borders closed rules in place, police are ready, and the faith is safe. You oppress our people and give them no choice. You suppress our people and take away our voice. We will knock down the walls lets begin, again If we are forced to believe that is not faith it is mental slavery. Solution it is in the words that need to be heard Evolution of the thought process that’s the word Revolution of the mind and then it is a matter of time Until the mind finds the means to an end If we are forced to believe that is not faith it is mental slavery. The mental slavery of you and me For this lifetime for our eternity Don’t you think it is time to be free? This needs to be said We are no longer walking among the living dead. Right is right and wrong is wrong Why won’t you let us sing our song Blind, deaf, and dumb, now you have maimed us, you think that you have won We know you are wrong, without ears, eyes, or tongue, I hear our voices rising in one glorious song If we are forced to believe that is not faith that is mental slavery.
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