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Lift up a stone and you will find him, cherish the beauty in the world around us Not in buildings or crosses made by man Judge me, fuck you, stop playing god, Your forked tongue prophecies, carelessly caressing the wounds of the weak People like you should be crucified, then maybe just maybe you would have an idea Of what you are talking about. My only solace is that one day, judgment will come for the wicked, then we will see who burns Raise your heads, unclasp your hands, your weakness makes me tremble True strength comes from within And we were given this life to live, not exist under standards, set by some bullshit rule book What prayers of yours, were ever answered, by degrading others Spare me your biblical back peddling nonsense For the people that you've hurt, and the being your dishonor, Your fall from grace, will finally justify my means Judge me and now you are me and what's worse You are now a traitor to your god Tell me Judas, how does it feel to be looked down upon Sinners like you, should be stung up from the highest tree you judged me and now you are me, stop playing god From Letras Mania