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Robert Lorrah

Liberation

On the eve, of the night, of the celebration
The lamb is sacrificed and atop the flames
A feeling of joy overwhelms the nation
Only if we knew the King's games.
Brainwashed victims partying in the dark
Hypnotized by smooth talk.
Let's start the fire, we've got the spark.
Are we too afraid to make the walk?
Persecution
Uniformity
Underground powers operate the show,
Blind to the narrow conscious eye.
Come on now, we've gotta go,
Or surely, we'll all die.

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Biography

I am 21 years old and live in La Habra, California.



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