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Two thousand years have gone nothing is changing |
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God does not sing our song as we keep aging |
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Wisdom in golden frames, secretly writings |
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Preachers keep talking, good at advising |
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Feeding us phrases of hope |
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So many dying, following leaders |
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Watching the planet explode |
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Calling on God in which ever perception |
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Claiming their cause in a willful deception |
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Talking so much about being like brothers |
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Preachers keep talking, good at advising |
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Feeding us phrases of hope |
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So many dying, following leaders |
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Watching the planet explode |
