No Remorse From Me
I’m told I should be remorseful
and ask forgiveness for my sin
I’m judged for what I’ve done
as well for where I’ve been
There are those who stand in judgment
looking down their stuck up nose
With every hour that passes by
my hatred for them grows
Who are they to judge me-
I’m a God compared to them
With self-righteous thoughts of grandeur
Their joy is to condemn
They do not know from where I come
Or what path through hell I walk
They sit back in their holy world
and live nothing but through talk
Oh so holy and oh so mighty
they sit behind their walls
Read their books and think grand thoughts
but we know they’ve got no balls!
They haven’t lived or had the need
of thinking on their own
They haven’t crawled this path of pain
Nor met Satan on his throne
They stand now in their judgement
Meaning not a damn to me
Claiming that they know the truth
Through eyes that do not see
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