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Begotten Son--Precursor

And lo He stood there upon the shattered rock 
His arms stretched far and wide to guide his sacred flock 
The men and women all looked to him for kinship 
and he returned to them unshakable friendship 
He led them through fire and hail 
he brought them freedom and prevailed 
Things were as they should be 

Then darkened was the cloud 
casting the free world under shroud 
Freedom spoils on wicked tongues 
and martyrs are flayed upon raised rungs 
Peace does not last for wicked men 
who revel in impure sin 
and things changed for the land 

The noble man who had delivered them 
was dragged down beneath the rim 
of his golden throne 
to be beaten and stoned 
his deeds were forgotten by many 
though he begged for mercy he did not receive any 
Once a king and now a fiend 
the father of Peace became the son of War

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