This should never be
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I'll burn all the lives of this angel illuminati
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When St. Michael sized means find an end to justify
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A belief to fortify this stained glass disgrace
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Too beautiful to change or perhaps too scared
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The truth behind our lives will be erased
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I'm a crusader begging for a crusade in which to die
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Where lead locusts pierce the heart of men
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And tie the tongues of those who lie
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Cut the sinner, bleed redemption through the city streets
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That resonate in prayers of this never should be
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Someone plunged a dagger deep into God's chest and
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When he groaned it laid our entire civilization to rest
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When he pulled out the dagger and marvelled at the pain he could create
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We stuck another in his back and sealed creation's fate
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Now we turn from wealth in the height of all our poverty
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A call that renders me ageless
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Turning the pages of a belief that's greater than us all
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Amen to the fools and the cossacks and the pulpits
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Amen to the people who think there's still a way to help us
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No Stars Over Bethlehem
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| Protest The Hero |
