A crystal clear, cleansing single flame
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Must come to burn our ball of shame
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It brings us peace, so the souls of the dead
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Can finally have their glory
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The dead that have seen everything
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Death on a cross an every war
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Brothers and sisters that many have lost
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And children left all alone
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They've seen babies eyes excavated
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the scar of death starving
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Whirpools of a millions tears
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Blood on the crosses of nameless graves
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They now you well soaked through by blood
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A killing soldier of Jesus
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Holding a cross and murdering at will
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Your soul is caressed by a crown of thorns
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they see you falling upon your knees
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They see you make the sibn of cross
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They know you're ready to kill
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Everyone falls into disgrace
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Souls of the Dead
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Christian Epidemic |