Crimes of State


War and the state's crimes,
Fester the human soul.
Here I sit with my wasted time,
And a mind stuck in the blackest holes.

We live in times of hate,
Of evil, regret and fear.
It is the crime of the state,
That sees these laws endear.

Power is never a friend to the working class,
We learn this time and time again.
But with the current powers that come to pass,
One must begin to fear the end.

We must not surrender to evil,
No matter how strong it grows.
For there is hope where there is no veil,
This is where the organized must go.

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