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striking at mental apparitions, like a drunk on a vacant street, silently beset by the hands of time, indelicate in its fury, an aberrant crack as skeletons yield, to unrelenting gravity, while viruses prowl for helpless victims, who succumb rapidly, tell me; where is the love?, in a careless creation, when there's no "above", there's no justice, just a cause and a cure, and a bounty of suffering, it seems we all endure, and what i'm frightened of, is that they call it "god's love", twisted torment, make-believe, there's a truth and we all submit, "believe my eyes," my brain complies, to all that they interpret, i know there's no reason for alarm, but who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm, we can change our minds; there's a better prize, but first you've got to. they call it god's love, my pain is god's love

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Artist: bad religion