Where are you in this highly acclaimed world?
Inside which country do you hurry?
A middle is in the country,
An action is committed further than the rest.
Those sacred articles must appear,
Opening the gates to their respective counties,
With the chiefs to be seated a little like golden men.
Offer the golden men some silver,
Oppose them if the gold has a fold.
These acclaimed sergeants hinder
Nobody until the war has been won.
Let the world never be hindered,
So that people become people.
Lots of deviance must be severely punished,
Lots of crime is seen on the scene.
One is not criminal from the first word,
You are given rights and human rights.
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