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The weakness of the weak
is not the strength of the strong...
and those who must get to the peak
must do something right or wrong.

The poverty of the poor...
is not the wealth of the wealthy
and those who sit on the floor
might be hale, hearty and healthy.

The trouble of the distressed
is not the peace of those at ease...
and those who are truly blessed
will make pride and prejudice cease.

Declear it from the rooftop
let it be clear to the darkest cloud...
Make the heart of men flip-flop,
let us rid our world of the proud.

I am the voice of righteousness
resounding the wispers of wisdom.
I am the hills of holiness
rescuing men from thorns of thraldom.

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