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No one is good not even one The front pages of papers of children raped by rapist Iraqi torture chambers and we the blame claim we're blameless Wrong all And swelling up inside of us there's this pride in us this arrogance And our only line of defense is the sense that Im not as half as bad as this friend of mine so I must be fine We mean well don't we Yet I've never seen good intentions set a man free from Hurt all This poor unfortunate soul Filling a single void with toy after toy with girl after boy How boring this wasn't this meant to be Humanity's life story Warring with Good saying what have you done for me Bough all Hanging out for six hours marred beyond recognition In complete submission to his father will still A proclamation was made louder than the loudest temptation With more beauty than all his creation More eternal than eternity more angelic than the heavenlies It Is done for you and bought with blood Accept Rejoice For freedom has come From Letras Mania