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Rebel, but you cannot refuse.
The son of the father or son of man
could be anyone. You win some, you lose.
Rebel, but you cannot. Refuse
to think or do, and still you choose.
At the end of time, no one can
rebel. For you cannot refuse
the Son of the Father or Son of Man.


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