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So full of greed.
The one that left you all behind,
Hung nooses in his darkened basement,
To hang the ones he sold for rent,
He slashed them apart, then he would beat them
Left them in dirty old rag with no hems,
Send the whores to the slaughter,
Who cares if they have a son or a daughter,
A husband or a wife?
To end each life,
Is all you need,
So full of greed,
Today, they’ll be sold for sex,
Tomorrow brings death and whoever’s next,
A cycle of pure hatred,
Yet to be assassinated.