They hung us up in crusifixtion style
After the battle for existence, which was wild
Those who called themselves ouf God’s and Masters
Bringing us to the brink of disaster
To the very precipice of global extinction
We the people rose up and fought with distinction
Us in our tattered rags who refused to be beaten
We at the bottom could suffer no more
We’d lose anyway if we didn’t go to war
Fighting for survival was a worthy cause
And a world without no God’s no Masters
Would be a peaceful one for everafter
They thought we’d be easy
Thought we’d back down
Though our friends were cruxified before us
We still stood our ground
Fought with our hearts and with our minds
Fought even though the blood blinded our eyes
But it was a fight to the finish a fight to the end
The will and strength of the people will win time and again
And on the battlefield where the carrion feast
The the Gods and the Masters they tasted defeat.
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