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The 8th King

Then... Septet World Powers gave inception to Its scarlet color speaking from seven heads Designed to duplicate the league from which it began And...to that end we will adhere to its specifications Until submission becomes what is forced upon us This Jah sides with what is deemed as ours Bowing turned toward his vision Indifferent to the tune of government factions Now... That act then bow turned toward its image Or what is supposed to be mass-produced safety Through syllogistic obscurity their dynasticism suggests At best meanings which leave confusion Because When and only when This weakling chooses to crack Splatter and crash separate fact from apprehension Anatomizing a losing battle Where sovereignty chooses the wrong hemisphere.

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