MUSIC

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What music are you playing for the dying souls? You blind horns. You kept your home secured with an iron gate while you left your tools with an armor of destructions. You sang songs of promises, while your tools cows of destruction dances into wine and left their tomorrow under contempt. Power does not go to the grave, sing songs of good works because power is just a visitor to men.

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