weak and sick, dying in the sand, no such thing as a promised land.
don't lose faith in a better life--reincarnation, poor excuse.
you're dying you assholes, your religion can't help you now.
dying and starving in the fields you used to plow.
rotting bones in your barren fields. Worshipped creature's supposed to heal.
you're tied and bound to a god's useless advice.
bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight.
in the end you'll return once more to die again.
go on 'til you can't no more in non-eternal sin.