Gentleman of the jury I desere death
I can see some men want to punish me
To all those young people belonging to low classes
Who could fit into what is called society
Women covered their eyes
Blood is thrown on the floor whitch
Opened his gates carrying his head
And whit it Julian's life
Akelot began to undesrstand this wak man
In a cruel suffering without a right to cry
The power of the high classes
The edge of the high classes
Gentleman of the jury I deserve death
I can see some men want to punish me
To all those younf people belonging to low classes
The power of the high classes
The edge of the high classes
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