Duress for the Masses
Not one soul leaves this room sick
Come on out and fight me
You scum from Hell
I was built for this war
You can try to kill me but won't succeed
Here comes God
Standing by my side
I hope I scare the hell out of you
In the Name of Jesus I throw you back to where you came
Now it's time to trust in God
In His divine love
Not one soul leaves this room sick
poem by Patrick Tincher
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