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Blessed are the peacemakers

For they shall inherit the label of non-patriot
And be condemned by the profiteers of war...
No, no, no delight
In seeing fading light
Inside the thinking minds
For fear of condemnation
Know what it means to be right
And say all the things you believe in
Know, that the truth that you see
When you speak can be the end of you
No, no paradise
For those who sacrifice
For a God who's made of lies
And murders non-believers
Know what it means to be right
And say all the things you believe in
Know, that the truth that you see
When you speak can be the end of you
The idea that an omnipresent creator
Would ordain free will on the created
Sending them into darkness
Then reveal the truth about his nature
To a select few supposedly ordained
To distribute throughout the world
An unveiling of the nature
Of an insecure, violent, sometimes kind, child killing God
Sounds more like the musings of some kind of heavenly crack addict
Than anything we should worship or model ourselves after...
No, no guiding light
For those who kill for Christ
A worthless sacrifice for feeble minds of hatred
Know what it means to be right
And say all the things you believe in
Know, that the truth that you see
When you speak can be the end of you

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