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May 27
Before we say a single word,
He already knows what we're gona ask.
Since the day we're born,
we're as clear as glass.
He sees us behind our masks.

Wars fought, bloodshed in the name of God!
Fire and rage, and love forgot!
A button gets pushed, a coin gets tossed!
Satan tries to undo what was won on the cross.

All we feel and all we think.
He can see through it all in a single blink.
Seems like pain is all we know how to sew.
But Salvation's not tied to a puppet show.
Written by
Michael
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