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By God we're molested It's called "being tested" For His Holy Sake We are beaten and raped Just so He's entertained We get suffering, pain And then we take the blame Which is fucking insane! We've no choice how it goes In a life we've not chose In a body we're stuck And if we give it up Then our time we'll be spending In hell never-ending A catch-22 And it's Him versus you If He says our will's free Then what of destiny? If we control our hands Then why's He got a plan? If we follow His voice Then we don't have a choice We're not given a say In what happens each day Or in being at all Seems we're made just to fall Seems we're part of His fun And I wish He'd be done With the me that I know Cause I'm ready to go Give me wings so I'll fly And I'll kiss life goodbye

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