How dare I argue with a soldier?
For he is all about the king's lawman,
He possesses more rights than do I
Of which I'm bound with many rules.
How dare I argue with a man of law?
For he is a malice in camouflage green
And feels not well to see me whole.
Like sticks, he's strong and the bones he breaks.
The king's decree is now at large
To give the law the highest thrown
And set it up through the New World Order.
How do I stand against man?
The king's decree is now at large
And it runs a scadge like a fire's wild blaze
To rend the law with a thrown on high
And the kings today with the thrown of God.
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