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Oh say can you see, Mr. Francis Scott Key, what this cuntry has done to me... and my brothers and sisters, fathers, mothers and sons we've all been enslaved by your cannons and guns...the soldiers they die and the slaves they toil...spillin blood for their nation and drilling for oil...the high priest gets the lamb chops while the officers divide the spoil...they'll sell your virgin daughters for a hunk of gold from the ground...your empire will crumble and your walls will come down, like the waves dash the rocks to sand crashing on the shore your kingdom will return from the dust that it came...you will rein no more...