| All God’s children would have cause
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| To think the Devil now walks this realm
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| A place dispossessed of any sanity
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| Edification of a scene from hell
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| Man made prophecies serve to vindicate
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| All sides who claim themselves
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| Worthy servants obedient to the same God
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| A God who commands them not to kill
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| These faithful in lines that number thousands
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| Bring perdition throughout the land
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| As though the angel of death himself had been unleashed
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| To exact a punishment upon this world
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| Across this cursed place rage the fires
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| Where the innocent are burned
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| On a thousand funeral pyres
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| In anguish parted from this world
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| Does the need for the belief in the Devil
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| Serve to palliate and forgive our sins
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| In the abandonment of reason and delivery unto hell
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| Limitless are the ways of mankind in its virulent capacities
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| Ironic it may seem, through this a chance exists to see
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| In us also lies the capacity to transcend |