What is this thing called life
Did God intend for it to be full of strife
Get stabbed in the back with a butcher knife
Or have we done this to ourselves
We shot the gun
Now it’s time to pick up the shells
When all else fails…..
My God is always forgiven
Even though I sometimes seemed to be Devil driven
Walking with the other
It’s like kryptonite to Super Man
Did you really think you could withstand
Living on this land
Without God hand
"Shant"
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