Holy Angst
Its me He wouldnt dare to smite
The thought of Him keeps me up at night
How does He know whats right
Ill take Him on with spite
Bow your head
Stand up when he calls
But later you dread
When to my feet He falls
I wonder why
You raise your heads to the sky
Its like youd rather die
Than to testify
You may think im possessed
Or ive been touched by something dark
But its His word thats been repressed
By the riots you spark
Call it anger
Call it what you will
But soon we ll have to pick the caliber
For its the maker we must kill
Copyright © Casper Chubs | Year Posted 2009
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