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Upstairs

Upstairs is the man with the halberd,
wishing we hang onto his wisdom
He barks those commandments words,
 as I drink wine with my slurs

Fuck you God for the free will,
as innocence takes a sin spill.
I'll leave without paying the bill
The lift goes down from this hill
Hell is anarchy and full of thrills

Free will allows the rape of children,
Do you watch so holy a pervert,
and you have the nerve to condemn
Do you find comfort in your solemn.

You're as fake as skeletons in closets
You could pause and be a God to hold it,
Allowing children to escape corrupting
But you turned your back on humanity.

You didn't destroy us as your promise,
To Noel, not to destroy the world again
Like a character from child-hood comics,
But the villain who acts so friendly.






Written by Ryan-Hayward (Ryan Hayward)
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