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To Stand for Good
Respect from fear amounts to nothing
What killing ever gained us something
The conscience never came out bluffing
A horrid dream; a sickle cutting
To the violent comes destruction
First an offence then action taken
A human market
Flesh is traded
Sometimes it feels God forsaken
Where are the good guys
Will they make it
If you're a real one, people waited
To see your face; be liberated
You stand for good? Then be unshaken
You have the heart that God created
By Kyle Ezra kriticos
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Kyle Kriticos
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