| God curses all beneath the cross
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| The symbol ever-changing, same ethos
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| See the southern sky, it is burning
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| And tell me now, God, are we learning?
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| A different dogma or belief
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| Should never be a reason for grief
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| Murder is murder, hate is hate
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| Tell me now, what will you create?
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| Eugenic supremist fanatics
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| Would have you believe that it fits
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| A single race ruling all others
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| And hold the whip of death over their brothers
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| A different dogma or belief
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| Should never be a reason for grief
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| Murder is murder, hate is hate
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| Tell me now, what will you create?
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| Words call the zealot here
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| Written in an age of fear
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| Heresy is cast on blasphemers
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| A crusade against non-believers
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| A different dogma or belief
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| Should never be a reason for grief
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| Murder is murder, hate is hate
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| Tell me now, what will you create?
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| What will you create? |