Struggling is pointless,
We hear you say,
Conform, repent, pay,
The price for our sins,
Are climbing sky-high,
You say?
Well we're not giving up the fight,
You won the battle but lost the war,
You can push books in our hands,
Try to keep us in check,
But your chains are rusted,
The clock is ticking,
Your time is up.
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