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INVOKATION OF PROTECTION
10:28
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Let these darkest of curses
Slide through us
But leave us Unharmed
Let these curses find their targets
but their targets only
Let these curses fly on the wings
Of our resentment and anger and pain
Use our energy as fuel
Use our rage as an engine
Use our unity as proof
But this dark fucking magic
Will slide straight through us
Through, up and out
And we remain
Untouched
Undamaged
And stronger than ever
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TRUE CURSE OF SEEING
06:25
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THIS CURSE BRINGS AN END
To self-imposed blindness
It forces open the eyes
Of the arseholes who refuse to LOOK
This curse turns your heads
Faces you directly towards it
PRISES YOUR EYES WIDE
RIGHT FUCKING OPEN
THIS CURSE IS YOUR WAKE-UP CALL
YOUR BLINDFOLDS BURNED
YOUR COMFORT RUINED
No changing channels any more
Stare into the shit
And the shit stares back
Face reality
This curse binds you to truth
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If you’d been born somewhere else
Would you be better?
Would you be worse?
These dotted lines
On your maps
And In your head
your worthless permissions
your imaginary right
To decide who enters
your imaginary borders
and how
all land is stolen land
your shit delusions
you put the CUNT in country
it’s BLIND FUCKING LUCK
That You were born you at all
Your ancestors never died for a flag
Just another piece of cloth
THIS CURSE ENDS ALL NATIONALISM
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This curse is sent out
To end the Pale Dynasties
Disrupt the privileged elite
SEGREGATED INSITUTIONS
BULLIES BREEDING BULLIES
SURNAME AFTER SURNAME
ALWAYS THE NAMES OF MEN
This shit must end
This shit WILL END
THIS CURSE WILL Undo the damage
We were never bred to be
prime fucking minister
we never had a chance
OLD BOYS OLD BLOOD
THIS CURSE WILL
CLOT YOUR OLD BLOOD
And stop your withered hearts
Your domination training grounds
Razed by our indignation
YOUR BLOODLINES END HERE
Spilled by our anger
YOUR EMPIRE IS FALLING
THERE IT FUCKING GOES
WATCH IT BURN
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