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Banners of groundless pride
Hang from crumbling walls.
Fortresses of ignorance
Guard the traditions of frightened men.
The feeble minded squabble
And the blind remain lost,
While the fools deemed masters
Kneel before hollow gods.
With my spirit as a cudgel,
And knowledge as a spear
I hold no hope for liberation,
And seek no refuge for the righteous.
No future for the free.
Only retribution.
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