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Instead of you, who created all of killings?
In the name of you, who ruined many feelings?
Forever you can stay in your Private book
Or maybe as a Juggler in our holy wood
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There's no difference between machines and your believers
When your funny followers uprooted many flowers
You're a papery god and stuffed with Blank page
You and everyone I know can't kill my message
Why your admirers killed messengers of freedom
Let's erase your name and fame from lovers' kingdom
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Instead of you, who created all of killings?
In the name of you, who ruined many feelings?
Forever you can stay in your Private book
Or maybe as a Juggler in our holy wood
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Your Clienteles sell your love with hate from others
Your stupid friends are worse than reckless lovers
I think you're the forgetful god of terrors
Our world, stuffed with your incidental errors
We've an inner prophet, Ah people call it mind
Instead of men, kill evil if you are kind
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Instead of you, who created all of killings?
In the name of you, who ruined many feelings?
Forever you can stay in your Private book
Or maybe as a Juggler in our holy wood
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I would like to speak as a journalist
In memory of the fallen by terrorist

But I know not what to say, my line ends in ism

my word got the echo of pop of humanism