Faithful

The world
Turns black
Pockmarked troubadours
They won't sing again
Now
They're crying out
Forgot that they had died
I hungered once again
Reclaiming what they had
Had to take their past
Don't look
Here now
Won't like what you find
Your faith will be denied
God committed suicide
When he heard me laugh
Insensate future will not last
For I'm here
To take
Your pasts

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