By the hands of God,
Our eye in the sky.
The land of our savior
Where millions would die,
Through all these years
No mercy was shown,
Since son of star born
This story has grown,
The prophets of past
Who predicted events,
Angels from heaven
That our God had sent.
Still many shall die,
Till this very day
So very confused,
That this is God's way.
One day shall come
These answers I seek,
Where LIES the truth?
Who is there to speak?
What words are still left
That remain unspoken?
When will be that time
When they are awoken?
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