Death to the poets, to the words that they write
Death to the truth, to the works and their might
We burn the pages of information
Useless news and education
Throw the books upon the fire
See the flames grow higher and higher
Freedom is lost on the poverty stricken
There’s no need for knowledge it’s strictly forbidden
Pacing and toiling, there work is for naught
Beaten and bleeding for consciousness and thought
“To burn the classics and to bury the scholars”
The ashen sky is empty of color
Death to the poets, to the beauty and the grace
Death to the passion, till it’s lost without a trace
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