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Oppose, enlighten.
Accuse, the darken.
Be life, be death.
Be he who is. Be all.
Accuse the opposition,
Oppose the rulers with a scowl
Apprise the ones, the ones who thread
The road down deafness-lane
Poor trembling wretches
Wash their hands
In their own heart's blood
None but the brave deserves the fair
Spit at those who will not dare!
Accuse the opposition,
Oppose the rulers with a scowl
Apprise the ones, the ones who thread
The road down deafness-lane
Oppose, enlighten.
Accuse, the darken.
Be life, be death.
Be he who is. Be all.
Accuse the opposition,
Oppose the rulers with a scowl
Apprise the ones, the ones who thread
The road down deafness-lane
...And to those who will not see,
To those who will not hear
And to those who will not speak:
I wish you death!
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