Let my people go,
Go where?
Wandering the desert,
Following their false god,
Don't they understand that there is nothing out there?

Let my people go,
It is I who has gaven them life!
Subsistence and abundance,
But that man with his stick,
Can't they see?

Let my people go,
All I get in return are plagues,
Ungrateful dogs,
I should feed that swine to the dogs,
Why do I deserve these troubles?

Let my people go,
I worry about what else he can do,
There have already been 9 atrocities,
I fear the next will be the last straw,
I'm still strong but not for long,
Gods, hear my plea!

The End

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