One for one
does not make an all
unless the slaves
stay within the hole
The wall of hate
is full of fame
power, lies
laced with tempting bait
Inside the fury of fear
the power is hidden in
the ripple of cheer
To belong to something
that can fire a crowd
You need a forceful loud
that can attack the rack
to which all are trapped
and make good seem
evil at the drop of a hat
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