LET GOD SORT 'EM OUT

Kill 'em all
Death to their houses
They can meet their maker
Fire and brimstone or
Love and light
Let God sort them out

Hurt me, do I not bleed?
Kill me, do I not die?
How are we so different,
You and I?
The tears may not show
I still cry
Your maker will tell you where to go

Your father
Your mother
Kill them too
Holding you back
From everything you could be
Their love is too blind to see
Let God sort out their intentions
The road to hell is paved
With good intentions
You know no better
Making your own bed
Lie in it
Fire and brimstone or
Love and light
Let God sort them out

Kill 'em all in the beginning
Let God sort them out in the end
Trust in nothing
believe in yourself
make your bed
lie in it
fire and brimstone or
love and light
choose yourself
before you die

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Chronos, in the year 423 AF.