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de ELENA ERIDA

Go meet your god your maker
And feel his cold dead hands of war
Countless centuries of blood spilt in his name
An eternity of waste
So put your hands together and grab your AK-47
Marching your way to the holy land
Unloading bullets in your fellow man
For you are pure and deserving
Of the death you bring on wings of faith
Will you succeed to pull the veil
Over the prying eyes of
God won't give you truth
We must find it for ourselves
Don't give in to the game hypocrisy
Of priests and broken miracles
So put your hands together now and grab your AK-47
Marching your way to the holy land
Unloading bullets in your fellow man
For you are pure and deserving
Of the death you bring on wings of faith
Will you succeed to pull the veil
Over the prying eyes?

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