God's Crime
I don't know what vengeance is to corruption
Nor what it is to sickness
Nor what him doing wrong by all
would ever lead to witness
That all my life I've lived for sin
was never worth the cause
When all the time I did for him
was all about the flaws
And left me filling in for him
when no one was around
When all the time we lived for him
could never be as sound
That every time we did for him
would never be the lound
When all we ever did for him
was subject to be bound
And everything he called deceipt
his price put on the crown
That every way we knew deceipt
was blasphemy on down
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