Splinters swimming into lively flesh
Seeking death for a futile cause
Reviling hells with poisoned spit
Lands inside an infernal pit
Erected by narcissistic flaws
Trounced and beaten within their laws
Some have cried but all in vain
He was our strength, He was our cane
Honorably dressed with worldly shame
By wooden hearts that roared thy name
Unaware of what they’ve done
Amazing grace has set them free
Every deed has its price
All depends who throws the dice
For all our sins He had to pay
For us to grow and find the way
It is the modern era now
How can you believe in tales?
Tales are lies, but not the nails
The Book of life never fails
Feel the joy and read the text
Trump the word from east to west
Earn a place on Utopian soil
Wrapped inside a halcyon coil
Nails were driven through His flesh
Leaving hollow faith behind
How much science do we need?
To kneel and pray beside His feet
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