Your Lib' Shall Vanquish
I heard that you have many homeless souls
Hidden in caverns, some buried on your soil
I learnt that now you feel too much relevant
Your troops are void of true bravely
Oh,Cowards!
They would have tender ribs bent
Subtle skins bleed
Quiet hearts yell aloud,
They are now butcher of wills and aspirations
They have no soul of pity,
They feel strong but no integrity
Now of what yardstick is your emblem?
The soldiers to protect
Thesame idiots destroys without remorse
Have you forgotten,
You have flesh and blood
Like a burning coal
You are a blight,
a consuming scorch
To those who innocently seek refuge from you
In your yard's economy they relied
To us they are many
But to you few
Many they are with glorious dreams
And these gracious hearts you annihilated
Their sudden doom
You beasts! Orchestrated.
Lib' you are doomed
You called for this fisticuffs
We shall assail your unholy ground
If in my reasoning I am asked
To what grade will I have you classed
I will state with undiluted rage
You are a grade of useless animals
And none out of your multitude
Deserves the light of tomorrow's dawn
If one parson do exist in your vineyard
Or any exists who was conceived of woman
Or any of your cruel leaders
That sheds our blood and still stay bizarre
Or any innocent blood
From you sprout
I say to whoever is by your blood bound
shall all vanquish by the fire of war
Lib' shall have no abode
No place amongst us
Lib' shall be no more.
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