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"I will be what I will be, I will do what I will do, And no one is going to stop me. My children will **** Or be killed, They will sin in my name. I will tear down my temple, Like a ********* I will crumble these creatures All made in my image. Babes will brandish automatic weapons, Innocents ruled by tyranny, And I, all- powerful, omniscient as I am Sit on my throne, laughing. Or maybe I'm sleeping? I'm not quite sure. Perhaps I'm lost in my own Eden? These prayers-- mere amusements, Unless I've deafened in old age, These sacrifices keep alive The spirit of the good old days. Men divide Against each other and themselves, Some still won't utter my true name, Some wisely have quit caring. Who are the heretics, Who are the prophets of truth? Allah, God and Hashem, Is it my name I see above?" Are any of them you?
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
If God Spoke
"I will be what I will be, I will do what I will do, And no one is going to stop me. My children will **** Or be killed, They will sin in my name. I will tear down my temple, Like a ********* I will crumble these creatures All made in my image. Babes will brandish automatic weapons, Innocents ruled by tyranny, And I, all- powerful, omniscient as I am Sit on my throne, laughing. Or maybe I'm sleeping? I'm not quite sure. Perhaps I'm lost in my own Eden? These prayers-- mere amusements, Unless I've deafened in old age, These sacrifices keep alive The spirit of the good old days. Men divide Against each other and themselves, Some still won't utter my true name, Some wisely have quit caring. Who are the heretics, Who are the prophets of truth? Allah, God and Hashem, Is it my name I see above?" Are any of them you?
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
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