Fight

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Where is the hope?

The freedom?

We fight to stay alive,

But you are the epitome of us all,

The one who fights to keep us down,

Making us know nothing,

And no one tries to fight it,

Though our lives depend on it,

We will never know the truth,

The reason why you brought us down here,

Into the bowels of the earth,

The fiery pit of sadness,

Where you reign as a king,

In your very own hell,

But they can’t take it,

Innocent people trapped here,

With no way to escape,

You trapped us,

Forced to fight,

But we will escape,

While you sit on your lazy ass eating grapes from a servants hand

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