Hypocritical nation!
Wrath,
Illegal lust,
Charged! !
To plunder and,
To take the prey.
Carved images! !
To deal with your muse;
With the fruits of the hearts of the arrogant.
Locks,
Looks!
Blocks,
To remove the boundaries.
Illegal lust,
To rob treasuries! !
In the land of your muse with corruption;
And, to consume the glory of the forest of peace with,
The fire of destruction.
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