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I am Eric Garner trayvon Martin
Michael Brown john Crawford
Rekia Boyd aiyana Jones
Oscar Grant the Third timothy Stansbury Jr
Ramarley Graham i am amadou Diallo
Sean Bell danroy Henry
Jonathan Ferrell shantel Davis

Tamir Rice akai Gurley

Kendrec McDade i am jordan Davis
Wendell Allen ronald Madison
I am yvette Smith renisha McBride
Kimani Gray i am

I really enjoy that we're
All different people
That are really special i feel proud
To be brown every day i enjoy being
Brown especially if my skin rips
I am thinking about brown and I'm thinking
About what color I am but I
Have to be myself you have to
Be happy of who you are
Can you imagine the terror they felt
Not just the thousands of doomed brothers
But their mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
Wives, daughters, sons, neighbors
Who, somehow, carried on…

Voices keep singin’
To my heart, to my heart
Voices keep singin’
To my heart, to my heart

George Meadows, John Sleet,
Bud Wilson, Robert Mosley,
Frank Griffin, Tobe Williams,
Jim Tate, Henry Smith,
John Dances, Elrod Hudson,
Jeff Densman, Zachariah
Monroe Waters, Jeff Thomas,
Mack Brown, Jesse Underwood,
Brade Porter, James Sims,
John Brown, Harry Hinton,
John Johnson, William Webb,
Berry Roden, Jim Roden,
Will Carter,
Jim Packard,
John Packard,
Moses Johnson…
Walker, Bishop Noel Jones

Moms Mabley, Reverend Blake Scott
Aretha Franklin, Reverend Jamal Bryant
Dorothy Dandridge, Richard Pryor
Lena Horn, Samuel Jackson
Nancy Wilson, Magic Johnson
Mahalia Jackson, Smokey Robinson

Sugar Ray Robinson, Nikki Giovanni
Adam Clayton Powell, Afeni Shakur
The Funk Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr.
J?
I gotta say what's up to Dirty Al, Jennifer Henry
And Kelly too out in San Fransisco
Lisa Johnson in Austin, Toronto, Jimmy Carl Black

Ah, Marcado Carebe in Austin
Thanks a lot Lee for gettin' us in out of the heat
Jimmy's in New Orleans, the Hard Backin' Gainsville, Florida
Mark Goodnight for his psycopath

Alright, we stayed at this guy's house
And, ah, when they had that murders back in like '89
A guy and a girl got hacked up in his pad and we stayed there
But ah, ya, know it was great

To Jack Tripper, even though he don't know a goddamn thing about Orlando
To Ingrid in Arcada, Rusty, Bermuda, Pete and Sara
Shannon Boil, to the Space Fish, sorry guys maybe next time
NKOTB in Costa Mesa, The O.K.
J?
I gotta say what's up to Dirty Al, Jennifer Henry
And Kelly too out in San Fransisco
Lisa Johnson in Austin, Tonto, Jimmy Carl Black, M

Ah, Marcado Carebea in Austin
Thanks a lot Lee for gettin' us in out of the heat
Jimmy's in New Orleans, the Hard Backin' Gainsville, Florida
Mark Goodnight for his psycopath

Alright,we stayed at this guy's house
And, ah, when they had that murders back in like '89
A guy and a girl got hacked up in his pad and we stayed there
But ah, ya, know it was great

To Jack Tripper, even though he don't know a goddamn thing about Orlando
To Ingrid in Arcada, Rusty, Bermuda, Pete and Sara
Shannon Boil, to the Space Fish, sorry guys maybe next time
NKOTB in Costa Mesa, The O.K.
I follow the migrator that will eventually reach our
planet Earth."

[Russel Allen, Damian Wilson]

At the birth of time, the beginning of beginnings
One cosmic soul was created
A bringer of life, a universal migrator
Born to sow its seeds in all the galaxies

Like a cell dividing, it spreads in all directions
Creating life among the stars
I'm struck with awe as I join the great migrator
Now it takes flight to the brightest star of all

On a quest for life, through the sable skies
What a show!
Ronald Curtis Madison, Kathryn Johnston, Sean Bell, DeAunta Terrel Farrow
Tarika Wilson, Oscar Grant III, Shem Walker, Victor Steen, Kiwane Carrington
Aaron Campbell, Steven Eugene Washington, Aiyana Mo'Nay Stanley-Jones
Danroy “DJ” Henry Jr., Derrick Jones, Reginald Doucet, Raheim Brown, Jr.
Leo Tolstoy: Yes!
Honoré de Balzac: Oui...
Edgar Allen Poe: Aaaarrrggghhhh!
Charlotte Brontë: Hello...
Emily Brontë: Hello...
Anne Brontë: Hellooo..?
With a belly up to there.

Wilson, Harding, Coolidge, Hoover, Franklin Roosevelt.
Elected four times!

Truman, Eisenhower, John F.
The first, John Adams, nicknamed "His Rotundity"
Tom Jefferson and Adams had a rivalry
In a duel, Aaron Burr killed Hamilton with a gun
Number four, George Clinton died before his term was done
Eldridge Gerry put Gerrymandering in the book
Debt and bad health plagued Dan Tompkins' VP outlook

Under two presidents, John Calhoun was the VP
Martin Van Buren gave Jackson his loyalty
Nine, Johnson struggled 'cause one of his slaves he married
John Tyler served a month till Harrison was buried
His desire to be (president), George Dallas made evident
Millard Fillmore, 12, was ignored by the President

Vice Presidents of the nation
Support and votes, their qualification

William King was short-term 'cause he died from TB
V.P. 14, John Breckinridge was pro-slavery
Hannibal Hamlin was V.P. during the Civil War
Andrew Johnson's assassin, instead, got drunk at a bar
Schuyler Colfax was caught up in a railroad scandal
Henry Wilson's stroke made duties tough to handle

Bill Wheeler was on great terms with President Hayes
Chester Arthur became (President) after 199 days
Thomas Hendricks served eight months and then he passed away
Levi Morton was impartial, he wouldn't sway
Adlai Stevenson made post office's Democrat
Garret Hobart was well-liked for his humor and tact

Vice Presidents of the nation
Support and votes, their qualification

Theodore Roosevelt served until McKinley was shot
Charles Fairbanks, against the (president's) "Square Deal" program, he fought
James Sherman's charm and spirit helps, the President says
Wilson's wife blocked Tom Marshall from becoming the (President)
Coolidge's nickname, "Silent Cal", because speeches were sedate
Charles Dawes lost (President's) favor because a nap made him late

The Depression ruined Charles Curtis' effort
John Garner was against a bigger Supreme Court
Henry Wallace was the V.P. during World War II
Truman's days as FDR's V.P. were 82
At 71, Alben Barkley's the oldest V.P
Nixon played a more important role in D.C

Vice Presidents of the nation
Support and votes, their qualification

Lyndon Johnson tried to increase his influence and say
Hubert Humphrey differed with, but then feared LBJ
Because of kickbacks, Spiro Agnew had to resign
The months Gerald Ford was V.P. was under nine
Nelson Rockefeller's nickname was "Rocky"
Walter Mondale was the first activist V.P.
From the salty sea the Ojibway came to the
Shores of Whitefish island
From France came the voyageurs to trade and to
Sing À la claire fontaine
From out of the mist came the blackcoat priests
With the cross and the name of Jesus
Then the redcoats came and the words
That soon echoed in the woods were English

These woods they felt the footprints of the
Ancestors of Shingwauk
These waters heard the words
Of Étienne Brûlé as he talked
These clouds saw father Druillettes pray for
Sick Ojibway families
These whitefish leaped into the nets
Of Alexander Henry

Welcome home, every bird is singing
Welcome home, every tree is swaying
Welcome home, every river is an
Endless poem
Every rock and every stone
Has a voice all of its own
And I hear them saying, welcome home

This air has danced to the tune of the Irish
Accent of John Johnston
These trees have given sugar to his
Chippewa wife Susan
These shores have watched the anger and the
Trials of John Tanner
These flowers sighed as Jane Schoolcraft
Wept for the son who'd left her

Welcome home, every bird is singing
Welcome home, every tree is swaying
Welcome home, every river is an
Endless poem
Every rock and every stone
Has a voice all of its own
And I hear them saying, welcome home

From the streets of Montreal came a young man
Named Ermatinger
From Sandy Lake he brought his wife and he
Made a stone house for her
From the rolling hills of Scotland
Joseph Wilson brought his vision
From a dedicated angry mind
Judge John Prince brought decisions

Welcome home, every bird is singing
Welcome home, every tree is swaying
Welcome home, every river is an
Endless poem
Every rock and every stone
Has a voice all of its own
And I hear them saying, welcome home

Every rock and every stone
Has a voice all of its own
And I hear them saying, welcome home
Ow
Heeurgh
Come on now
Ugh
Everybody dance, I said dance the Wawazawa
Everybody dance, they dance the Wawazawa
Superman dance, he dance the Wawazawa
Oh Superman dance, he dance the Wawazawa
So come on now
Bob Hope dance, oh he dance the Wawazawa
Kenneth Kendall dance, he dance the Wawazawa
Arthur Negus dance, oh he dance the Wawazawa, the Wawazawa
Connie Muldoon dance, oh oh they dance the Wawazawa
Sidney James, oh oh he dance the Wawazawa, the Wawazawa
Henry Cooper dance, he dance he dance the Wawazawa
Oh oh oh
Tommy Trinder, Trinder, yeah, he dance the Wawazawa, the Wawazawaa
Richard Burton, Richard Burton dance, he dance the Wawazawa, oh
Jackie Charlton, oh oh he dance the Wawazawa, the Wawazawa
Michael Jackson he shakes to the Wawawawazawa, the Wawazawa
Clement Freud, Clement Freud, he done the Wawazawa, the Wawazawa
Michael Comerford he pays, pays the Wawazawa, for the Wawazawa
Stanley Unwin he dance, he dance the twist
Peter Parker dance, move to it move to it
Move the Wawazawa
Oh
Ted Moult, Moult, oh Ted Moult, he does the Wawazawa, oh
Herman Creedler, he does the Wawazawa
Patrick Moore, done the Wawazawa, oh
Nicky Tube and Franz Beckenbauer they do the Wawazawa
Oh come on
Uncle Mac yes, oh, he done the Wawazawa
Geoffrey Boycott, he done the Wawazawa
Sherpa Tensing dance, he dance the Wawazawa
Duke of Earl, he dance the Wawazawa
Superman
Bob Hope
Kenneth Kendall
Arthur Negus
Robert Muldoon
Sid James
Henry Cooper
Tommy Trinder
Richard Burton
Jackie Charlton
Michael Jackson
Clement Freud
Michael Comerford
Stanley Unwin
Peter Parker
Ted Moult
Herman Creedler
Patrick Moore
Nicky Tube
Franz Beckenbauer
Uncle Mac
Geoffrey Boycott
Sherpa Tensing
Ricardo Villa
Jackie Wilson
Ernest Shackleton
Kevin Bradford
Shirley Williams
Michael Edwardes
Heather Wibbley
Tony Jacklin
Anti Pasti
Sandy Gall
Montrose Mung
Hayley Mills
Tarzan
Janet Street Porter
Bob Jones
Joan of Arc
Duke of Earl
Viscount Linley
Margaret Thatcher
Chris Trace
Long John Silver
Boadicea
(REDACTED)
Charlie Cairoli
Norman Wisdom
Everybody dance, ah they dance the Wawazawa
Come on now
Everybody dance, they do the Wawazawa
The Wawa, the Wawa, the Wawazawa
They dance the Wawazawa
Thank you and goodnight
Paul Jonson, DJ Funk, DJ Skull, DJ Rush
Waxmaster, Hyperactive, Kevin Carol
Bryan Wilson, George Clinton, Lil' Louis
Ashley Beatto, Neil Landstruum, Kenny Dope
DJ Hell, Louie Vega, Carol Lexi
Dr.
Living hand to mouth at least it helps to keep me nice and skinny
I like shiny things and chaos please in equal measure
Giving up the music to devote more time to social pressure
Trigger sensors flaring up, quick fix em add narcotics
When I cross them white lines trust I know just where the box is
Allen boksic bread n butter but I'm better still
Gianfranco came to see me and I taught him couple skills
Pele used to bell me and we'd shelf a couple pills
But when the whistle blows then it's time to kill

Far too many men wish death on me
Flattered that they waste their breath on me
Create my own space all eyes on me
I whip it top bins
Thierry Henry
Far too many men wish death on me
Flattered that they waste their breath on me
Cutting thru the lines all eyes on me
Stick em top bins
Thierry Henry
(Refr.) 
  
 Ott volt: 
 a Viktor, a Fjodor, a Péter, a Henry 
 a Jorge, az Atesz, a Bretster, a Gyuri 
 a Jack, a John, az Allen, az Ádám 
 a Vladimir, az Umberto, a Sándor, a Kálmán!
George Washington's middle name, well, he just didn't have one
John Adams, too
And Thomas Jefferson, just wasn't done
James Madison and James Monroe's middle names, not to be
But, next, John Adams had a middle name which was Quincy
Andrew Jackson, middle-nameless
Martin Van Buren, the same
But, William Harrison had one, Henry was his middle name

John Tyler, did he have one? No
Though, Knox was James Polk's
Zachary Taylor didn't
Millard Fillmore, none from his folks
Franklin Pierce had one, but K is all we know, could be Kendrick
James Buchanan, nope
Abe Lincoln, one, his parents didn't pick
Andrew Johnson's all there is
Ulysses Grant's was Ulysses
His first name was Hiram, the S, just the military's

Presidential middle names are just like yours and mine
It's a way to honor family members down through time

Birchard, Rutherford Hayes' middle name was from his ma's
James Garfield, Abram
Chester Arthur, Alan, his grandpa's
Grover Cleveland, his was Grover, Stephen, his first name
Benjamin Harrison, just those two, history books claim
William McKinley, nothing in between
Like Teddy Roosevelt
William Taft's was from his grandma, Howard, fitting, they felt

Woodrow Wilson's was Woodrow, and Thomas was his first
Warren Harding's, Gamaliel, named from a Bible verse
Coolidge, John's his first name, Calvin's the middle one he had
Herbert Hoover's middle name was Clark, the same as his dad
Franklin Roosevelt, Delano's the name that's inside
Harry Truman's simply S, his parents could not decide

Presidential middle names are just like yours and mine
It's a way to honor family members down through time

Dwight Eisenhower's middle name, David is from his dad
John Kennedy, Fitzgerald is the one his mother had
Lyndon Johnson's Baines was his mother's before she wed
Richard Nixon's Milhous, his mom's maiden name, I read
Gerald Ford's middle name became Rudolph when he turned two
Jimmy Carter's Earl was chosen by his dad, it's true

Ronald Reagan's Wilson, his mom's maiden name, her deed
George Bush had two, Herbert Walker, I'm sure it's not from greed
Bill Clinton's Jefferson, George Bush's Walker, like his dad
Barack Hussein Obama, is the same his father had
The J in the middle of Donald Trump's name stands for John
Last, Joe Biden's Robinette, his grandmother's name
I'm gone
Then a voice rang out in the starry air
"Stand fast, young man, be brave
Far better to die 'neath an open sky
Than live like a cowering slave"
That early dawn of an April morn'
I stood on a mountain tall
And felt the shock of the musket shot
That started first freedom's call
My spirit's soared as the thunder roared
I prayed to the blazing sky
To bless the hand of the gallant band
Who carried our banner high

In that shifting scene of my wandering dream
I rode fast to Bennington town
General Stark and his Green Mountain boys
Were camped on the dewy ground
I gazed for a while and saw his sad smile
Then he softly said to me
"Their young blood will stain
This Vermont plain before our land is free"

I remember that smile as I rode each mile
In my heart a dreadful chill
The blood and the sweat and
The smell of death
Rising high over Bunker Hill
The men and the boys
With their sightless eyes
Who lay dead before their time
When they broke the chain
Of King George's reign
In a place they call Brandywine

Then clear upon a cold night air
I heard a suffering cry
A ragged band of hungry men
Were slowly shuffling by
Across the valley grim and bare
I heard the bugle blow
The bloody beat of their torn
Feet staining the virgin snow

In the shivering scene of my nightmare dream
A tall man spoke to me
He looked grey and old in the crippling cold
But his eyes were bright and clear
He said "Listen well, then you must tell
Of these deeds these men have done
And future days will sing their praise
From dawn 'til the setting sun
Tell them of Saratoga
Where the patriots fought and died
Of Valley Forge
Of Paul Revere who made that midnight ride
Of Cowpens and King's Mountain
Don't let them soon forget
Or Patrick Henry's immortal words:
"Give me liberty or death"
"Remember Swamp Fox Marion
Who led that wily band of Allen
Green and Sumter who made a noble stand
Remember, too
The mothers true who cried their tears alone
Their names will be told with
The brave and the bold
Where e'er our flag is flown"

He left me then but I saw him
Again standing tall near Yorktown Bay
I saw Cornwallis surrender his sword
On that bleak October day
Then the tall man turned and he said to me:
"Young man, our fight has just begun"
Like a flashing scene I awoke from my dream
And I cried in my silent room
On my way to school I felt like a
Fool as my childish tears did flow
The things I had seen were all in dream
You see, they'd happened long ago
Then I cast my eye to a building
High where the flag was floating free
And I smiled to the sun for
The men who had won a nation for you and me
We start with James Madison, the man stood at five feet four
Van Buren and Ben Harrison, they both two inches more
Five-seven were McKinley and John Adams, like Tom Cruise
A half inch more, John Quincy Adams, excluding his shoes
Five feet eight, four presidents stood, James Polk and Taylor, too
William Henry Harrison and Grant, no more, they grew
Next, Rutherford B. Hayes measured five feet eight and one half
Fillmore and Truman were five-nine, 'bout the same as their staff

The Presidents' stature
How tall or not, they were
Their difference is about a foot
But, it's just a number

A half inch more than they, Carter could brashly say, but then
Coolidge and Pierce could look down at him, they were five-ten
As was Andrew Johnson and Teddy Roosevelt, though
Ike was five-ten and a half, more, on his tippy-toes
Cleveland and Wilson reached five feet 11, a dead heat
Taft, Nixon, Hoover, and Bush II, by a half inch, had them beat
Now, comes a group of six-footers, a half inch higher
Monroe, Biden, Garfield, Harding, Ford, Buchanan and Tyler

The Presidents' stature
How tall or not, they were
Their difference is about a foot
But, it's just a number

Andrew Jackson, JFK and Reagan are six feet one
A little half inch taller, Obama and Washington
Six feet two, three, H.W.
Way down way down
Baby take me down

The mountain flashes the painted face
Clouds at the break of noon
The book of memory is made of blood
Red pouring from the wound
And Allen Ginberg on the corner hangs
Words on the subway walls
Under the cover of a black white book
Scars of a burning soul

Way down way down
Won't you take me down?
Henry Allen drives a trolley
On the Chattanooga line
Taking tourists up and down the yard
His hat says lucky number nine

He tells me I'm the chosen one to see
Glorious relics of his past
Eighty years of shiny time machines he grinds

Last train, last train on Earth
Don't be late the conductor waits for no one
Last train, last train on Earth
Don't hesitate, this ticket has no refund

Out the picture window he could see
A panorama of the sky
Lovers dancing in the dining cars
They'll be sleeping by and by

But all I see is just a parking lot
Paved with glory days gone by
And Henry's riding on the rails alone tonight

Last train, last train on Earth
Don't be late the conductor waits for no one
Last train, last train on Earth
Don't hesitate, this ticket has no refund

Woke up with quite a heavy heart today
We lost a keeper of the flame
Counting stations on the homeward bound
As another slips away

And as I stepped off of that railroad car
And the band began to play
I was standing on a cloud as he drove away

Last train, last train on Earth
It's the last train, last train on Earth
It doesn't even matter how good I am
You'll only compare me to that other man
And I pulled off Hamlet, dammit
Not to mention Henry the motherfucking fifth
Henry the motherfucking fifth
Ing fifth
Ing fifth
Ing fifth-a-fifth
This is not impersonation
This requires characterisation
There's no need to disparage it
It's hard enough just being a
Woody Allen surrogate
Ogate
Ogate
Ogate-ogate
There's no need for you to flip your wigs
I wasn't as bad as Jason Biggs was
But Cusack really nailed it, I admit
He knows what it takes to be a great
Woody Allen surrogate
Ogate
Ogate
Ogate-ogate
He's getting older and can't play all the leads himself
So people like me, we've gotta step right in and help
Sure, Sean Penn copped out and he got praised for avoiding it
But it's much tougher and more courageous
To be the surrogate
The surrogate
You say you've never seen "Celebrity"
Well, it is probably Woody Allen's best movie
Okay, that's a lie, it's a piece of shit
But it's got one great thing and that's it's
Woody Allen surrogate
Ogate
Ogate
Ogate
Ogate
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Yo, slid across the river low-key like I'm Henry Bibb
Gear on my body, stocked up like a mini-fridge
Fear'll never stop me in the valley of death
Around the mic, I feel highly adept
With every breath I relay facts, to play back and remember
Always kept the Polo Sport coat in the winter, cause it's cold nigga
Steady growth like hair follicles, the chronicles extensive
The molecules presented through the sound waves
Shit ain't all good in them down days
Still we found ways to maneuver
The Ralph sweater Christmas colorway, Freddy Krueger
Rick the Ruler in my tape deck, kept the vape next to the computer
Downtown like a scooter on the sidewalk, see me fly off, Captain Falcon
Black Awakening, Richard Allen, it ain't even 'bout talent
They just wanna see a nigga off balance
Ayo, battle kings, I emerge with gold like I'm wrestling
Native to the booth, I ain't settling
This is next level shit, highest stage development
The wordplay excellent, the page held the evidence
Ayo, battle kings, I emerge with gold like I'm wrestling
Native to the booth, I ain't settling
This is next level shit, highest stage development
The wordplay excellent, the pen held the evidence
Yo, shawty love my styles cause my rhymes high voltage
The beat cause compulsions and I can't stop flowin
If you notice shit, Slank control mics like Bolsheviks
Captivate the crowd like I'm Lenin
Trials, tribulations led to winnin
Niggas know my pen venom, Spiderman villain, kept the location hidden
Sound equipment cause lyrical friction
It's like miracles and visions how I'm spittin, God given
You could search and never find an MC, even half as nice as me, realistically
Yo, I'm like Apollo Creed plus Mister T
Came to kill the great white hope with an uppercut
Ayo, battle kings, I emerge with gold like I'm wrestling
Native to the booth, I ain't settling
This is next level shit, highest stage development
The wordplay excellent, the page held the evidence
Ayo, battle kings, I emerge with gold like I'm wrestling
Native to the booth, I ain't settling
This is next level shit, highest stage development
The wordplay excellent, the pen held the evidence
Ayo, it's like that
Slank Heru, see me in the sky like a flight path
Flip math, Jaime Escalante
Shawty look Fulani, we exchange numbers
Shelter in the booth when I hear the rain coming, make thunder
Bitches gon' fold when your bread mold
Mind of a god but your head don't
Fit that crown that you found when you dead cold
So you better live forever or you dead wrong
Calling yourself a king, on lock like it's dead bolt
Homie who you stepped on just to get ahead though
Henry the head collector
Send me your best contender
Envy the dead avenger
Sexy and so conceptual
Antisocial, manic I abandon hope and trade that shit away for vocals
Mad God chilling coastal
Purple suit up on the beach
With rose gold on my teeth
Sword inside my cane I turn an opp right into mince meat
Take a loud mouth bitch and put her ass on pip squeak
Recognize the god when he come around the weak can't resist me
Keep a forty four in my jacket and my drawer
Got a knack for cracking bones
Stacking gold
Smacking hoes
Toto, Georgy Porge, I saw my heart up on the floor
And boarded up the door of course, a lesson I learned loving whores
Mad God in his castle where he stays forever more, raven
Edgar Allen Poe, I'm a poet, amazing
Sheogorath in the maze and I think that I'm staying
Send shivers down the isle when I step up out the basement
Mad God make a couple bitches have a dance off
Mad God making everything except a bad song
Mad God cleaning up his act like a bath bomb
Mad God leaving enemies bodies half off
Mad God killing everybody in a stand off
Mad God is graduation cause I'm knocking caps off
Mad God dying in my madness like a Black Swan
Mad God dying in my madness like a Black Swan
Don’t count on salvation on the day of judgement 
Cocytus is waiting for the likes of you 
II’ll give you a listing of names to say in prayer 
If you want to 
Save your person 
From inferno’s frozen circle 
From the icy chill of torment 
From the rueful stream of wailing 
 
Antoine Jomini, Duke of Wellington, Henry Gantt, Adamiecki, 
Morgan Walker, James E. Kelly, Allen Hamilton, Robert Cooper 
 
Your lamentations 
Will echo 
Down the chambers of the underworld 
For your ingratitude.

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