| So an ode to the reformists
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| That moralize peace and civility
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| You untouched by the violence
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| Blind to mighty march of flames
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| To the officers that didn’t pull the trigger
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| Yet find the guilt uncomfortable
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| Tear off and burn that uniform
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| Or become equally culpable
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| As one candle gutters and dies
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| As it exhales smoke for the very last time
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| A thousand flames ignite from this
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| Every cinder builds the furnace
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| From the bailiffs to the judges
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| On which capitalism depends
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| Quickly the day comes thundering
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| When we will seek revenge
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| Set fire to the courthouse
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| And its ledgers
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| Burn their deportation orders!
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| And save accelerant for the devils
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| That enforce the borders
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| A bullet for the homophobic priests;
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| Glibly they allot us status
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| Our longing for acceptance
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| Is weaponized against us
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| You’ll never get your filthy hands
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| All soaked in tears and years of blood
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| On the one thing we would die without
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| How dare you target love
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| As one candle gutters and dies
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| As it exhales smoke for the very last time
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| A thousand flames ignite from this
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| Every cinder build the furnace |