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May 2010
Thinking of all the evil that had made you done
All the bad deeds that happen under the sun
Knowing though sufferings were growing up in all
You'd still like to have the fun

When fear comes on any mortal they think of no more than to run
As if to revive themselves by gulping down the bright shining sun

What good is there in doing good for them
Who follow your faith but put you in blame
Then real and fake would look as if all were same
Chanting your glories in the sake of your name

We people down here under the shelter of the crust
Need no worry whether we grow in happiness or an illusionary lust
We may not put up with an idol that shows disgust
About all the good things which happen as you say must
But keep faith like real people in our Lord whom we trust

Thinking bout all the miracles and beauties divine
Most of which are left for ages leaving them pristine
Except for some of the many considered bovine
For which O Lord you weren't allowed to shine
Sharing the shade of darkness of neither Thine nor mine

In the rise and fall of all the glories considered crime
Pass away people, most of who stay in the light of the lime
In which some preach true lies and some act out in mime
Just to prove their glow in the thick layer of grime

So descendants of the three worlds come on as one
To settle down score to leave 'the' world to survive under the sun
And for all the grave sins that ya got done
Would rise to new heights to augment your fun
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Diabolic Preacher
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