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BATTLE CRIES

World of lies preached as truth
Holy skies, eternity, no proof
Battle cries long since buried
Those who try enraged with fury

Keep me from the holy ones
Guilty are those who rape the sons
Entombed with wrath, venom, and hatred
Bring their death and all will be satiated

Shield the children from their gazes
Like mice they run through little mazes
Keeping their sin from public eyes
To show the truth would rip apart the skies

Holy men on bend knees
Tiny heads are bobbing, forced to please
Eating away at innocents
Tiny bodies forced to suffer their torments