In a land where pride and greed spells wealth
Lay innocent bloodshed
The sound of the clash of the machete drums in my ear
I clench my fist in revenge
Feeling the weight of human fear as I walk
A time came when pride and greed flooded the air
Not even one innocent life was speared
This was simply the battle for survival
Dust arose as people scampered
For their dear life was at steak
The villages would drown under their weakness
For each of their lives were in their hands
Not even a single soul cared about another life
For this is One Man, One Machete
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