We hung up a baby to ward off the monsters
Keeping at bay the various trespassgretions
But still they came, seeking gifts not ours to give,
Way to pass eternity, to never die and only live.
My sister killed them, but still they came anew
With each new generation we murder more fools.
With each death, we live longer, touching forever
With each curse of a breath we know we'll never
Find the rest of heaven of the peace of the grave:
When the Lord comes we'll be nothing worth saving.
They come by day and night, seeking secrets of our well
In our wisdom we refuse them, condemn ourselves to hell
This gift would destroy the world and for it we will burn
When the ending of the days comes and our Lord returns.
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