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