Coons

Why would you ever say

Why would you never ask

Your enemy despises the truth

So with them they want not you to remember the past

The death of your family

For the wealth of theirs

You celebrate their days

But no days for yours

You hate yourself

So of course you hate your own as well

You envy your enemy

While their ways are straight to hell

Caring not about you

But above your state so off of oppression live well