Founder's Canon
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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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