Midieval Forest
By stoggie
Over the grassy hills, past the dark forest trees Beyond the the soil dried pond, further than one can imagine We fall with holy spears in our spirits. Heathens in our own land, in our own hearts, No glory can come of this atrocity. No glory unless you’ve found trust in the Christian fairy tale. You must destroy the unbelievers, or break their minds Do it for the love of a god that loves all, except those that are true. Diversity in this land has ended Spirituality in your mind has become violent Take another soul from the soulless man Burn another heart at the foot of Christ’s cross Drive your stake into the autumn skies Lost in forever because of a minorities faith Everyone perishes from your undying analfuck of God. But all in the good of a nation, good of the land So we shall rid the world of this evil, this purity. Fall’s red leaves glide upon the blood of the damned Jesus has found me, Jesus has loved me, I stand burning in his arms of care, hypocrisy A bitter cold night, Frozen hearts. We’ll push on Strive for the right to breathe Even with death, I’m free from your contradicting god. Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 03:15 PM PST 0 • 13
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