Together we are one, we strive for it,
The longest struggle leaves the enemy,
It rids the bark of that which is the tree,
A shower forms from clouds that benefit.
A benefit can kill me, I admit,
Yet dozens of them do some treachery;
The traitor is that man with trickery,
I have the mind to call him and permit.
This harmful man is no more harmful still,
As fast as fire, the hell is past and hard,
The double heat shall stain and burn, it burns.
For you should not be thief or killer til
The fires cool down and again bombard
The masses, as the flames take on caverns.
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