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Literature Text
On a cold, winter morning,
The crowd gathers, again.
Ignorance spreads like an epidemic,
Contagious only to His children.
They think they're saved,
But they don't know what's coming.
As they lift up their signs in protest,
The little lambs will face an eye-opening experience.
Vengeance will be sought out,
By an individual the children crucified.
Those kids don't know her story,
So they treat her just as any other sinner.
Satan takes a deep breath,
And she pulls the trigger.
As Father's witness lay dead on the ground,
The heart-broken devil shouts:
"Where is your God, now?"
Pathetic, prayers echo the brisk air.
Bowing their heads, they wait for a miracle.
And they wait...
And they wait...
And they wait.
The crowd gathers, again.
Ignorance spreads like an epidemic,
Contagious only to His children.
They think they're saved,
But they don't know what's coming.
As they lift up their signs in protest,
The little lambs will face an eye-opening experience.
Vengeance will be sought out,
By an individual the children crucified.
Those kids don't know her story,
So they treat her just as any other sinner.
Satan takes a deep breath,
And she pulls the trigger.
As Father's witness lay dead on the ground,
The heart-broken devil shouts:
"Where is your God, now?"
Pathetic, prayers echo the brisk air.
Bowing their heads, they wait for a miracle.
And they wait...
And they wait...
And they wait.
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