A
weak leader
Bad
things or events will arise
The
little demons come alive
It
is the best time
The
little demons will fly
The
air full of hot wind
They
breathe out little fires
Nobody
dares to cry
The
pushing to the extreme
Telling
others don't intervene
They
forget in a nation of colourful balloons
Every
right every shadow has a say
But
the weak leader stays quiet
He
doesn't have the guts to object
The
fall will be imminent in the next round
For
the sun will burn the ground
Now
the little demons play
Pushing
the elements carrying in addiction
The
pool of addicts to be the sacrifice lambs
When
things turn out bad they shout religious fear
It
is time to kick out the addiction
There
is nothing to fear to fight for freedom
God
never sanctions anyone to fight for His law
It
is the sinners they should cleanse their souls
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