Faces of Children

Turn the faces of children so that their eyes don't have to see

the sick uncontrolled free their infidelity 

(brought by) the blackness in their minds.

Turn the heads of the children.

Push their ears from the sound.

Lead their hands away in fear of what they'll hold.

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  ...for I can't find an anger more justified than toward a betraying friend who rapes the dying and sick, who need nothing more than to be sent away;

Shunned back home to the arms of love,
a love that'll heal what's not already scarred,
kiss what is as they're marks of pain implied
to those borne into a cursed body.

His manipulation and deceit pull the
sick away to wither alone as the scars grow.

(He) offers a hand and brotherly embrace;
make promises filled with abandon.

But those vibes are too easy to retrace from four years gone by.

The character of a worthless man masked
by a brilliant mind and friendly smile? 

There is never forgiveness, ever,
ever justified for a man who rapes the dying and sick.

Shunned back home to the arms of love,
a love that'll heal what's not already scarred,
kiss what is as they're marks of pain implied
to those borne into a cursed body.

No anger so justified; no death so true...

No hate so right; no killing so pure...

No curse so Holy; no Hell so welcoming...

...than the one deserved by a man who rapes the dying and sick.

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