What if baby has to die
If I killed your god would it matter?
Then does your god cry?
That gooey delicious splatter
Like an egg falling down
If I wanted to end the world; would you stop me?
On to the ground
Blasted with gunshot wounds;I wish you could see.
The death of many worlds; I am
To my screaming damnation; I carry on
I am the lamb
For my name is Jon
I am your god in the eye of your simple minded masses
I am your fears;I am your death in many passes
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