This Phoenix may never rise
A blight orchard
Plagued with sorrow
What light will fill her void?
The fire burns
But nothing lasts
Viva la Rebellion
This Phoenix may never rise
A blight orchard
Plagued with sorrow
What light will fill her void?
The fire burns
But nothing lasts
Atheists are theists without a cause
They rant and rave to no applause
They hear the word God
And it rattles their nerves
You can smell the blood boil
With every scatterbrained word
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