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When I die tomorrow
Don't lay my body to rest
Carry it through the streets
Don't make a sound
Let the blood dripping speak as the river grows
Hang it upon the capital steps
Let them see what they have done
By choosing power over people
Drench the steps in the blood they've spilt
It might not make a difference
But my soul will rest knowing it's once vessel is not
May my blood permanently stain the steps they climb and stain their shoes as they pass
Let my blood and the blood of many flood the streets
May our blood drown those who sat idly by as we were killed
May our blood choke those who voted for our deaths with smiles on their faces
May our blood burn the hands of those that cheered as our blood was spilled
May our bodies haunt their days till the end
Let not a person in power or a monkey that dances to their tune rest again
Untill they rest in fires of hell
-C. Mors