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'' Your Gods Kill More Than A Cancer ''
Worship or burn,
Don't take a wrong turn,
Or you'll suffer the Lords condemnation,
The word of the creator you mustn't spurn,
Or you'll cause extreme aggravation.
A god who kills?
Our blood he spills,
Mass murder seems to be his fashion,
You must obey whatever he wills,
Or you'll suffer the opposite of compassion.
For not doing well,
Condemned to hell,
The consequences for you will be dire,
The merciful one will sound your deaths knell,
By torturing you in an eternal fire?
Compassionate and kind,
I think you will find,
Many times he destroyed the living,
To praise a murderer you'd need to be blind,
Your god can be so unforgiving.
If he won't intervene,
In reality he's mean,
Watching women and children crying,
If it were you it'd be classed as obscene,
Watching innocents starving and dying.
Now it's been shown,
His cover is blown,
Your gods are both evil and mean,
There's no such thing as a heavenly throne,
They're but a money making machine.
I refuse to laud,
Your invisible God,
That's blasphemy, is always your answer,
I'll tell you the truth, which I know you'll find odd,
' Your Gods Kill More Than A Cancer '
Don't take a wrong turn,
Or you'll suffer the Lords condemnation,
The word of the creator you mustn't spurn,
Or you'll cause extreme aggravation.
A god who kills?
Our blood he spills,
Mass murder seems to be his fashion,
You must obey whatever he wills,
Or you'll suffer the opposite of compassion.
For not doing well,
Condemned to hell,
The consequences for you will be dire,
The merciful one will sound your deaths knell,
By torturing you in an eternal fire?
Compassionate and kind,
I think you will find,
Many times he destroyed the living,
To praise a murderer you'd need to be blind,
Your god can be so unforgiving.
If he won't intervene,
In reality he's mean,
Watching women and children crying,
If it were you it'd be classed as obscene,
Watching innocents starving and dying.
Now it's been shown,
His cover is blown,
Your gods are both evil and mean,
There's no such thing as a heavenly throne,
They're but a money making machine.
I refuse to laud,
Your invisible God,
That's blasphemy, is always your answer,
I'll tell you the truth, which I know you'll find odd,
' Your Gods Kill More Than A Cancer '
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`` Your Gods Kill More Than A Cancer ``
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