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Warriors The Genuine Sense Of Outrage

while the rest are left to die. So please I beg you, listen to me. I tell you this is more than words on a page. This is my genuine sense of outrage!

Slowly eating at my soul, don't threaten my peace. Feeling damaged and appalled, don't threaten my peace. Defending my goal, don't threaten my peace.

This young man ain't breathin'. This young man is leaving. Icy hands won't unclench their fists. Emergency, emergency. Suffering to breathe! Hurry hurry

From every broken window pane. From every life worth being saved a light will shine again to thaw the frozen, pierce the clouds again. Breathe in light

Your time is near spare me your tears. No judgment here just constant despair. When will it end, when will it end? It's time to break this cycle. I watch

Fuel manipulation. Fuel bribery. Fuel scavengers profiting from simony. A lust for life, a means to an end. Over indulgence. Insatiable desire to have

enlightenment not power trips. Crucifier, don't tread on me. Crucifier, go on and eat me! What pains me the most and enraged me the most is the genuine

the rest are left to die. So please I beg you, listen to me. I tell you this is more than words on a page. This is my genuine sense of outrage!