One has no god and has no faith,,
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Death destruction careless one,
to whom the right was given none
the fear of god will make its plight
tears of sadness every night
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one has no god and has no faith
when one has greed,want and take
to show ones love has more power
to spare a life every hour
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a careless heart for more it bleeds
to kill a life to serve its needs
the wrath of god its time has come
to take the killers from the sun
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shall we perish decent no more
burn in hell and from the core
are we guilty for others hate
shall we stand beyond the gate
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we all should bow our heads in shame
as others die we watch the game
we speak of love and clap our backs
we speak of need and fill our sack
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theirs quest in every storm it make
but as we know it destruction take
for spinning web of love not fear
it is so strong i wish was near
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for one small stone it makes a wave
we have the power of together stage
the will is in the numbers game
beyond such sight is no more blame
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its now past time we show our class
that hate and sorrow will never last
to stand and watch another die
is un forgiving and thats the why

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Begone are the ulterior future
Bygone the lucid past
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like the ticking clock of silence
and the mystery of a birth
the stillness of the power
within a mothers heart
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like dreams of inspiration`s
combined with present past
begone are the ulterior future`s
bygone the lucid past
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in death we come full circle
in birth we make a start
in life we write the comings
another birth and aftermath
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like winds beneath a sail
it moves a monstrous ship
like droplets in the ocean
but where the droplet sits
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will faith keep us going
in a world of unknown quest
in a land of milk and honey
sadness and unrest
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to be or be forgotten
a reason or bequest
the joys from thee unknowing
the mystery of the rest
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