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Who the hell do they think they’re messing with?
All day, they preach about the myth
I have a different point of view
Not every thought is made out of the blue

They’ll never understand that  they don’t sit on thrones
They can try till the cows come home
Even though they scream and make demands
I shall sit silently and ignore their commands
My peaceful protest

— The End —