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Near the gateway to |
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MojaveI saw a place |
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Both beautiful and blistering |
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And cruel and cold the same |
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The sun was like a lion |
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Bearing down upon its prey |
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Death valley stained in crimson |
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For the moon to wash away |
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And I envisioned rows of gallows |
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For the world to look upon |
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One step too bringing order |
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To a planet tempting chaos |
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Can you feel it coming down |
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The righteous wrath of |
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God?Revealed from out of heaven |
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For the innocent blood crying from the ground |
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While the wicked seem to prosper |
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And glory in these days |
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As if their ways were hidden |
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As if they had escaped |
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We have lost our sense of justice |
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Smearing lines of right and wrong |
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Despising any standards |
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We blindly stumble on |
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Bleeding hearts may scream compassion |
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What of those that cannot cry |
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A life is worth a life |
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Justice, merciful and blind |
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Innocent blood |
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Is crying from the ground |
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It's coming down |
