| The ancient parchment, unrolled before me
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| Hands of unseen pull in greed
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| Calmly, opened up before me
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| Nurturing a burning need
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| Once a dream I know the moment
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| Free for now, but fading fast
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| Unprepared I gaze upon that which brings forbidden sight
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| Blind my eyes, lights so bright
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| The penalty of fools who try
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| In vain to do what greater men have failed
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| The penalty of fools who try
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| In vain to do what greater men have failed
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| Into the wooden cross be nailed
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| Damned by judges
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| Sentenced by the court of law
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| Innocence, no longer matters
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| Helpless in my pleas for justice
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| Decisions, from the pharisees
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| Condemned, without a chance to prove
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| Truth, is just a changing thought
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| Controlled by those who take, for them and
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| Kept by wealthy lie protection
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| Vaults hold sacred shrines of power
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| Enforced by violent truths that change
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| Fitting different lies to have
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| A way to break the common man
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| Thrown in cells to keep the order
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| Sentenced there by stronger hands |