If you have nothing false to say,
Sit down and don’t throw anything.
Here where we throw rocks every day
The best at killing becomes king
//
Bend your knee or ready your sword
Remember his right to the throne
Don’t attempt what you can’t afford
He slays evil with just one stone
//
If you agree, you’re a good guy
If not, don’t ever let him know
He lives to see enemies cry
He always has more stones to throw
//
What he believes is reality
Even if we know it's a lie.
Only bad guys dare disagree.
So fight for him and don’t ask why.
//
You’ll become a good guy? Wise choice.
But you must always keep in mind,
As your king, he requires your voice
To fight for him, even when blind.
//
Only he can make amendments.
You’re not the great arbitrator.
Voices don’t mean independence.
With us? Or are you a traitor?
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Daniel Freeman
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