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Stakes and torches
Scimitars and Bayonets
Scythes, Pitchforks, a Sickle with a sharpened edge
Swords, and spades
Mallets that are made of Lead
Anything at hand
Anything that can
Help to remove his head
Of that filthy rich
Fat son of a bitch!
While he's sleeping in his bed
Storm the steps we break into the palace hall
It's so majestic we are frozen in awe
Grandmother cries as she tumbles to her knees
"i can understand that the rich demand an amount of luxury
But i'd have never dreamed it was so extreme while we had nothing to eat"
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