Faith and Love
Black rain and the Devil's game.
All the children will die the same.
Throats slit from ear to ear and their innocent hearts plucked from
their chest.
Mothers will cry and fathers will fall to their knees.
Ask your God, why us and the answer is the same.
Your faith was weak, your love of God wasn't strong.
Your punishment, was the loss of your child.
Should have been your whores, but I chose your bastards to end the line.
So hold your girl tight and grow your faith and love.
Because if it remains the same, that is dead too.
So grow that faith and your love for God, because I will back to play
the Devil's game.
Shawn "Odious" Gardner
06/14/'21
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