Warning To The Fascists


You trick them into their demise,
They happily follow, thinking you’re kind
You can try to break my body,
But you can only imagine breaking my mind
You say it’s us against them,
Yet all I see is us
You intoxicate them with your empty words
And easily annex their trust
You try to bring me down,
Yet I still soar above
You play your games of hate,
But the only game I know is love
You paint me as their enemy,
And act as you are their friend
But truth always triumphs
And hatred always ends
They see you are their God,
Yet we both know you’re scared
Sooner or later, the lions will wake up
For that, be prepared.

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