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Nov 2013
hallow be thy sweet name Jesus
we are made from the same blood and
yet we are divided into nations and
we enslave our neighbors
thus we commit genocide
to feed kings and dictators
that are always hungry for power
fallen fron sweet Paradise
we live on this holy earth
to multiply and to prosper
we breath the same air
even death wait her turn
with despair and
glory is nothing but a name
the trumpets sing out loud
for tomorrow was never promised and
we are made from the same cloth
Written by
Stu Harley
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