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What if God whispered in your head

Go and blow them all to pieces

Will you say, my God you’re right

Will you preach and pray and say

It has to be this way

But it’s God’s children you blow to pieces

And it’s God’s word you blow to pieces

I do wish that God would whisper in my head instead

We’re all equal, there’s no glory, no such thing in death

And there’s no need to change our world at all

And there’s no such thing that justifies it all

No there’s no need to change our world at all

No, there’s no such thing that justifies it all

At all

We are shouting

We are mourning

Full of anger

We are raging

This is no blasphemey

We charge you with

Murder, first degree

Blood on your hands

This is no blasphemy at all

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