The God of Gods
The Goddess of Goddesses
The one that they all wait
The one that they respect
The one that they obey
The big book says one day He will come
They pray
They wait his arrive
They pray and act so straight
Because be afraid one day He’ll come
He’ll lift his house
He’ll take our life
And look at me; laughing at them
For they wait for death
They suffer this life
Being perfect
Defining what perfect to their god is
Defining what's pure them self
Making love a sin
But making Love still
Making war a carnival
Making war a sin
But to war they go still
Lies all they live
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