From this side of truth lies shall fall
Crushed, broken, rebuked, despised
Banished from the land of milk and honey
Suffered with love by a man nailed to a cross.
For false wayward prophets' corrupt souls
Turning hearts against other races and creeds
Vilifying those standing against hypocrisy
Creating war, starvation, despair, misery.
Sweet cradle songs wayward mothers sing
Blister upon tongues, weeping eyes.
Souls freed from Satan's tempting bribes
Four square and high all sides tumble down
Truth is a storm wrecked broken ship
Floundering on rocks upon a distant shore.
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