Migration
Swirrl
介绍
"Eyes of the beholder!
Instruments of violence!
Total panopticon!
A fear of punishment!
Beneath the crimson sky we fight
We pray in the spray, we strike
Gas of tear, gas of dread
Discipline of state, of batons we bear.
But empire will fall, the fort will crumble
In ruins of apparatus, ignited our hope
Revolt, people! Struggle for morrow!
Glow, glow, sweet furor! Set fire to the darkest shadow!"
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