No one is good not even one
The front pages of papers of children raped by rapist
Iraqi torture chambers
and we the blame claim we're blameless
Wrong all
And swelling up inside of us
there's this pride in us this arrogance
And our only line of defense
is the sense that
Im not as half as bad as this friend of mine
so I must be fine
We mean well don't we
Yet I've never seen good intentions
set a man free from
Hurt all
This poor unfortunate soul Filling a single void
with toy after toy with girl after boy
How boring this wasn't this meant to be Humanity's life story
Warring with Good saying what have you done for me
Bough all
Hanging out for six hours
marred beyond recognition
In complete submission to his father will
still A proclamation was made
louder than the loudest temptation
With more beauty than all his creation
More eternal than eternity
more angelic than the heavenlies
It
Is
done
for you are bought with blood
Accept
Rejoice
For freedom has come
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