Posted by INFINITE
on 5/18/2001, 12:50 am
moving on to the next, makin haste for our pace,
conquering the wastelands, saving souls in each place;
draggin out the victims that made religeon a disgrace,
interwiven in society, brought to its final state;
the victory is GOD'S, as i'm used as his sword,
slicing thru perversions as i'm swung by the lord;
bringing down doctrines facilitated by the horde,
demons leaving bloody, cuz we're settling the score;
many souls in peril, not knowing of their fate,
try to snag them if we can, before the towns made de-so-late;
to many holdin on to whats determined lack of faith,
possesions lost in time desecrated into waste;
but as we move forward, we must rejuvinate our strength,
feasting off the joy, building mass like pushing weight;
for if we get complacent in our victory as of late,
we'll once again be taken by the enemy's debate;
now off in the horizon, past the desert, theres a glisten,
to the city dubbed as sin, wonder if it's people listen;
so, i'ma do my best to cast the gospel like i'm fishin',
before destruction of the masses leaves the souls of sinners wishin'!!!!
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