Redemption Song
The evil are coward
They come not in their colours
But often wear the masks of love
And speak the language of church
To seek entry where angels dwell.
Good to hold tight your broom
And keep your joker like inheritance
So when a Nicodemus comes to throne
And corruption becomes national anthem,
You shall sweep away the plague with one
And change the tune with the other.
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