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A repentant nobel man He vowed to overthrow the land Horrified by the treatment of the peasants by his fathers hand He had a vision destruction his creative urge He lit a fire and it still burns Mikhail wanted nothing more than liberty He denounced the church the state and monarchy He called for an armed revolution To overthrow their governmental institution In a world with a dominant minority Capitalizing off the poor The immense majority Consumed with hatred for authority Enemy of the state, protector of humanity Eight years of his life were taken from him Six of those were spent in a dungeon But he escaped and circled the globe Once again sticking his neck on the gallows To oppose the force of tyranny That keep us locked our classes Rise up and kick their collective asses Whatever the form of government may be A class restricted society Will be the end result No reformation without result