1. 1. This isn’t right. No? Well you’re wrong. It’s way too loud. Thus is the song? The song of death.

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2. The song of war. Progress must eat, and if you want a part
you’d better keep your peace.

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3. But I can hear the screaming. You hear only noise. I see the bodies. You see the cost. A price must be paid for the world to advance

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4. And who pays the price? Those who refuse
to stand aside. Those who ask questions. Those who cannot sleep
beneath the thunder
of marching feet.

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5. You call it sacrifice. You call it necessary. You call the ashes
the seeds of tomorrow. And what if tomorrow
is only another grave?

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6. What if the future
is built from the bones
of those who were told
to be grateful? You speak of progress
like a holy thing.

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7. You speak of suffering
like a language we must learn. Because every empire
needs a choir— and every choir
needs someone
to drown out the screams.

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8. So sing. Sing louder. Until you cannot hear What you’ve become.

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