Los Muertos
The corruption of the weak
Food for the idols
Death of the voiceless
Children of the broken man
Raised up from the ashes
Tears no longer shed
Clenched fists rising higher
Angry cries of the masses
Defined by complications
Distorted faces in the windows
Watching the death parade
Those who catch the babbles
Sweet release and escape
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