Truth becomes a casualty again,
as the emotion of righteousness afflicts the sinners.
The harder the meek works,
he is crushed under your shackles.
You may be powerful and strong,
but you will never have my salute.
Because I sow,I reap,
and you steal my crops.
A million Hitlers cannot touch me,
A billion Bin Ladens can do me no harm,
your gold coins are wasted,
And what have you then?
Your power is enormous,
but it yields no respect.
You can burn me at the stakes,
but my soul remains free.
And freedom you cannot have,
because thou beleive not in it.

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I always come back.