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Pierre Baccus Poem
You claim that you are a friend of mine,
but inside of your body, I find no peace of mind
You possess no hapiness so you seek to take a piece of mine
I may be locked in your jail but I'll be released in time
I was conceived in your womb of hurt and it made me insane in my birth
But even when Satan uses me for his work, God helps me to maintain through your curse
It's painful for me to believe that the only time that life has worth is when life goes back into
the earth
When I'm sick and tired, I want to sleep and rest in that belief
Because if I die painfully, I'd rather enjoy that stress than your relief
Even though my family may be accompanied by grief,
I hope that God will shine light on pain being my heart and mind's chief
And I hope that He'll forgive me for falling into your hellhole's depth
But I believe that He knows that while your demons controlled me, my spiritual freedom
cried for help
And when the time comes when tomorrow denies me breath,
I want you to know that death is in your grave because when you buried me, I died inside of
myself
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Pierre Baccus Poem
Satan is pain, God is pleasure
What man in his right mind wants to live in hell forever?
But if we want to live with God, we have to make the world better
There's too much evil here for God and the world to be together
Look at our thoughts and actions
Why are we so foolish?
The only time we open our mind is to let Satan use it
The only time we open our heart is to let evil rule it
Will God turn His love away when I see Him on Judgement Day?
If I've lived and died in sin, that's just the price I have to pay
God gives us life but we let Satan take our life away
We can change the world but first, we must change ourselves
If we don't, we all will be destined to burn in hell
No, God, not me!Exorcise these demons from my mind!
I need you because I'm blind and my soul is dying
My heart is crying, the serpent is near me, lying
God, everytime I give good a try, it makes me want to die!
There's nothing but evil here, from the time of the sun to the time of the moon
And I'm a baby in the beast's womb because I'm being consumed
I war with my spirit and my flesh, I'm in the darkness and the light
But I'm buried in evil's grave and I need a new life
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Pierre Baccus Poem
Don't call yourself a man
You're scared, you're a coward
You're too afraid to be yourself so you give other men your power
You try to hide in the dark and transform in the light
Cause you were made without heart and born without fight
Who cares what others think? Only you know your soul
Don't let your words and your moves be something that others control
Don't follow man, follow God
Make men follow your lead
Plant your own seed and grow your own tree
Men speak of their loyalty but they won't go to jail for you
And if you're forbidden to go to Heaven, they won't go to hell for you
But when they want something from you, that's when they'll be there for you
But when you have nothing to give, they don't even care for you
When will we all learn? When will we understand?
If we don't wanna burn, we have to turn away from man
The best thing for us to do is to put our life in God's hands
When we live for the world, we only live in accord with Satan's plan
We all die in the game when we play with the wrong hand
You can be a righteous leader if you be your own man
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