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What Cost
You ask of me
To set them free
When submission
Is their seed
But should I die
Amid the lie
They want us there
Not greed
Bruise my soul
For lucre's goal
And corporate
Bottom line
Say our flag
Will never sag
For profit
It will shine
It's such a fight
To sleep at night
What cost
The ordered deeds
Midnight screams
Horror scenes
Spills blood
Of other creeds
By force of will
I am, here still
Praying
To my God
On one blue moon
Standing soon
And share
A saddened nod
mr_alleycat
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