I don't just see but
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Understand this living earth
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Not only people
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Even the omnipotence
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No body, no soul
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No disrupted alliance
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My body's just meat on bones
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That fulfills my suicidal dreams
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And when the moment has come, for my life to be
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thrown away by my own to hands
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My sin will spit in the eye of God
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And my bitter heart wins eternal peace
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I see the eyes of my executioner
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I sanctify my sinful body
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the filth of sins are a false reverence
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Finds a new path and washes my hands
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This posessed world makes an outcast of me
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there is no hope without ethics
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On an earth where the church protects its belief
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From every throught with the blood of man
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I put my hand upon my heart
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As a memory overpowers me
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How many vibrations of my life
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Have stoped others in there stuggle to be
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Awaiting the moment of peace
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For I know I only can be happy
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When the inhumanities of life
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Are changed to the silence of cemetaries
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Consecration
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Christian Epidemic |