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The judges sat outside the law
And in their pride no evil saw
In setting teeth to Satan's jaw
And feeding him our children.
When viewed in terms of cost and ease
An unborn child is a disease
A holocaust seen fit to please
Our own convience.
A curse A curse the law it cries.
A curse a curse on mankind's pride.
A curse on him who would deny
God's image in mankind.
Torn from out their mother's womb
Denied the sky - denied a tomb
Conceived in lust to their own ruin
A sacrifice to pleasure.
The doctors with their blood red hands
Who love their money more than man,
With greed their god they lay their plans
The butchers of mankind.
A curse a curse the blood cries out
A curse a curse the heavens shout
A curse a curse on he who flouts
God's image in mankind.
O rid us of this evil, Lord
And turn our hearts by cross or sword.
Our nation cannot long afford
To live beneath your judgements.
A curse a curse upon their heads
O save them Lord or slay them dead
And fill our country with your dread
And turn away Your anger.
The judges sat outside the law   And in their pride no evil saw   In setting teeth to Satan's jaw   And feeding him our children.   When viewed in terms of cost and ease   An unborn child is a disease   A holocaust seen fit to please   Our own convience.   A curse A curse the law it cries.   A curse a curse on mankind's pride.   A curse on him who would deny   God's image in mankind.   Torn from out their mother's womb   Denied the sky - denied a tomb   Conceived in lust to their own ruin   A sacrifice to pleasure.   The doctors with their blood red hands   Who love their money more than man,   With greed their god they lay their plans   The butchers of mankind.   A curse a curse the blood cries out   A curse a curse the heavens shout   A curse a curse on he who flouts   God's image in mankind.   O rid us of this evil, Lord   And turn our hearts by cross or sword.   Our nation cannot long afford   To live beneath your judgements.   A curse a curse upon their heads   O save them Lord or slay them dead   And fill our country with your dread   And turn away Your anger.
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