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Founding Ii Fathers

Rest assure we come again,

my taste for glory, comes in a can,

your hopes and dreams, they run like streams,

as banners of children, bled down the seams,

I give you my word, but once my man,

turn your eyes to the evil and take my hand,

for i buried your children below the sand,

made peace with the devil to rule this land,

I'll take my fame, again you see, for the darkness has quenched my thirst as 
you see,

I tasted the glory, will taste it again,

even if it means the death of my friend,

my story is told and my legacy made,

for the  blood has covered, what used to be jade,

for all my riches in which i trade,

where the sweetest of women for children was made.

See you in a day,

I'll make my way,

you know it is true, thats all i will say,

we come again, you kneel and pray,

for the founders will see you again on that day.

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