The
bad seems to flow
Leaving
behind its traits
Binding
us to our pockets
Once
it is gone we can be free
The
bad will live
Trying
its best to stay
Though
the knocking on the head
It
has become a severe headache
Still
the bad keeps pushing
Extracting
the last drop to its advantage
It
wants to leave its trail
Let
us remember its history
The
marching of a new order
The
bad feels afraid to meet
It
will try all kinds of ways
To
get a hold to stay
History
will be made
Once
the bad has fallen to its knees
This
is the moment the nation pleads
Let
a new dawn bring her free
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