False prophets. Wolves in fucking sheep skin, taking everything.
Servants of Injustice, you prey upon the weak.
But when you fall into my clutches, there's no mercy.
I'm sick of your fucking deceit.
What good in you, could let you see this through?
When your mouth deceives for the hands of thieves, there is no good in you.
Living disgrace for those that you intimidate.
But when you put my back against the wall, I will not hesitate.
I will stand for justice. I will defend the weak. I will uphold my honor in the face of endless suffering.
So if you want to take my life, be a man and pay the fucking price.
You won't break me so easily.
Because victory runs deep in me
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