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Scourge of Empire
Sprawling like weeds to its final breath
the scourge of empire in the throes of death
we brought the seeds of our oldest disease
chained up below deck
new markets, new beginnings
new hunting grounds for the rich
trample what you have to // shackle who you must
take it all, every creature great & small
every body and culture // all yours to plunder
christendom down your throat
new world swinging from a rope
the west is a tired lie
waiting to take itself out.
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