Stand For One

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It was their destiny That was decided by almighty World was to suffer of its own The fate was already known The worst was to follow It was not to be smooth flow Men were to be enemy of men All were destined to act as human Blood was to flow as freely as possible On the name of holy cross along with hard struggle The sons of soils were to be sent to defend Future land was to be made safe and guarded as holy land The course takes place on planned strategy No one needs care or mercy They have gone blindfold Nothing is to be professed special or told Nothing is understood As per spirit for neighborhood Forget about brethren living far and around The place for safety is yet to be found How can you preach and profess? When hostility and treachery is seen on face? Where same blood flows in street Where from you will bring the spirit to greet? No, all routes are tried But people have always lied The religion has become fake instrument The preachers have turned cause for resentment Stand for one and feel blessed Principles not on wrong basis formed I am with the poor who has tears Waits for me to see and bears

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