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       HOLY SHIT.........

 

holy shit!.....it's a direct hit ...

yeah holy can be shit ......

when you mess with it

and twist it and use it

and get fundamental

rubble...twisted metal

the dust never settles....

 

holy shit!....it's holy war

eye for an eye, even the score

our god and your god

knee-deep in gore

our oneness can't be ignored

we're always standing on opposite shores

instead of opening each others doors

we could be consciousness growers

instead, in our quest for blood

we sink in the mud......

till we're led,

by the leaders of the easily led

handing out scripture on molten lead

written in blood to mess your head

until you'll loyally do your bit

and sell your soul for "holy shit"