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Come crumbling as the shattering of faith |
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He who cannot stand for his Lord will sleep forever without wake. |
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And among us are the faithless who long only for the glory of this world. |
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Among us are faithless but I am not of them |
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for I long only to die in His arms. |
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In the eyes of God I am His testament. |
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The wool is warm with comfort but this is coated in deception |
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for the sheep will soon be stripped and it will freeze without protection. |
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Bare blooded and ripe for failure. |
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This is where all are defined by His will. |
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Thy knees will testify, did he stand to the throne? |
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The pigs drown spiraling alone. |
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Arrogant, the goblet raise you high, the portrait of perfection. |
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Do you not see this pride itself is an infection? |
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Nigh is the hour when trumpets will close the graves |
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and may those who stood for their Lord rejoice, let cowards sink and settle for remorse. |
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On tables stretched horror stares, to rape our lungs of precious air. |
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Three times to the skies our hands we raise: Reverse this curse, this violent plague. |
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It is infectious, the dispersion of bone of the spineless. |
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Live like a wordless dog, may you forever remain silent. |
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Or stand for His throne. |
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Relieve the world of its infectious ailment. |
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In the eyes of God I am his testament. |
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Come crumbling for without God, one exists without meaning. |
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We are his testament serving as the heart and flesh. |
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When one part of this body aches we seek to cure its distress. |
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We are the testament. |
