Descent

All God's children would have cause
 To think the devil now walks this realm
 A place dispossessed of any sanity
 Edification of a scene from hell
 Manmade prophecies serve to vindicate
 All sides who claim themselves
 Worthy servants obedient to the same God
 A God who commands them not to kill
 
 These faithful in lines that number thousands
 Bring perdition throughout the land
 As though the angel of death himself had been unleashed
 To exact a punishment on this world
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 Across this cursed place rage the fires
 Where the innocent are burned on a thousand funeral pyres
 In anguish parted from this world
 Does the need for the belief in a devil
 Serve to palliate, serve to forgive us our sins
 In the abandonment of reason and our delivery into hell
 Limitless are the ways of mankind in its virulent capacities
 Ironic it may seem, for us a chance exists to see
 In us also lies the capacity to transcend