Maze
Slay bells ringing
For the least to great
His death gave us
The perfect way
Though hard to follow every day
Repent for the common stay
We are not good
That is why he came
Beat to a pulp
Angers main
Knowing he would rise again
The choice was a sure one
That we would remain
Love being the key word
Light a candle
Keep it coming
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