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