Hidden in history like a mystery gone far out, becoming prehistoric
But let me tell you the truth historic
See god is the creator and ruler of this spheric
And we’re the slaves that prays to him periodic
You see he letting us and this world turn demonic
That’s why I call him a traitor, nor than a creator
People pray every day, those prayers goes in the air empty
It becomes pathetic
Nothing ever change, they claim the lord haven’t respond
Next thing you know tears from dears crying out for others pain
That’s sympathetic
And when he decides to take actions, they call it a miracle
Funny cause it’s lyrical, and empirical
His presence they call it spiritual
Society is blinded, this is America, I call it hell’s heaven
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Author:
julianogollo (
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- Category: Religion
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