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Respect Life
Hearing distant cries, Hope you hear my demise The deceased fight a battle, recognize Armageddon heven began to rise, Evil had no disguise, Man idolize the warning of the wise About the valley of the beast, Where the red moon set east And 360 degrees of brutal murder-ies All in horror, torture, scorcher at least Rebuked and punished for peace Murdered by the beast and the deceased The living were in mad pain, Making labour pain feels like a migraine. Seeing Sadam Hussein, Beating himself with a thorned cane; Limbless Hitler crying: “Putain! Putain!” ‘Cause the pain is insane, More chaos came: The Holocaust Campaign Felt thunder in rain; saw lighting in flame, Murdered the lame brain as a laughter reign Of man three numbers meant his name. Who’s to blame? J.C. didn’t die in vain but man lost his fame For His sins, felt the shame, My mind’s slain, In picturing, I can’t contain but complain That if I were you … I’d start prayin’
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