"Purify, purify, purify!"
the streets scream out in rage
return frail bodies to the earth
or die in a gaseous haze

"Strength, strength, strength!"
and find your weakness lies
deceiving you with power trips
viewed by two blind eyes

"Unity, unity, unity!"
bind with common blood
shed slowly, it's seen as sacred
reminding some of love

You see, I've seen strength
without purification
and nothing to tie it down
where flaws run free
I am filthly
but in a phrase I've found

For if you look at 'ethnic cleansing'
there's nothing that is right
just purity, strength, and unity
which dies in genocide
 

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