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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.
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you're dying you assholes, your religion can't help you now.
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dying and starving in the fields you used to plow.
rotting bones in your barren fields. Worshipped creature's supposed to heal.
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you're tied and bound to a god's useless advice.
bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight.
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in the end you'll return once more to die again.
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go on 'til you can't no more in non-eternal sin.