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• Artiste: In Decades Decline
• Titre: Not Yours
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What kind of god takes a man's son, Then gives his own to right our wrongs? Born in a stable, hung on a cross. His gain became our loss. Revered, worshipped, now one of three, Filled with reckless power and unfit to judge me. You preach turn the other cheek, But I spit in the face of those who feed on the weak. You say forget and forgive, But I laugh at your novel that tells me how to live. Father, look at what your fucking son has done. I don't give a damn about Abraham, What gives you the right to take any man? They were not willing, they were not asked, You've killed two for one, And the first stone was cast. You've stolen a soul and ripped theirs apart, What kind of father can have such a heart? Hypocrisy hand in hand with blasphemy, For the millions that die I twist the spear in your side.