It's a fact, not a lie
How cheap you are, oh Man
Here in this land, east
Your Blood in its soil never dries
Is it a vow upon you to be so?
At any moment you may die
In this age and time
What a bad and unhappy time
Where human betray his brother
Without any fear or even being shy
In a moment of indiscretion and agitation
Just like Cain also did to his brother Abel
Here and there you hear shout and cry
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