No one remembers me as a saint,
I was nobody's God.
But when you knelt down by the cross,
Were you saved from my bomb?
The symbol of christ stands in the church,
The sybol of a cross.
Crist rose again three days later,
Yet there he's remembered dead.
I heard the church bells ringing,
A choir sang their praise from the heart.
Yet their life of death was in my hands,
And that church stands high no more.
The cities died so did the people,
The whole world wept that night.
But one thing was alive and strong,
The force of evil on earth.
2006-10-26
10:40:47
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