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Mother Mary
All the war and creation
mean little when you kill for beliefs,
Nothing proven, only words
nothing to back what you think,
So much blood upon the church's hands
as they soak in the baths of the dead,
Mother Mary your son will heal nothing
as billions of boys lay dead,
Brother, mother, sister, father
you lost all you needed,
One day you will see
you will make yourself feel better,
Go, go on boys,
You do what you must to live
and to save your friends,
We'll do the old one, two,
One for me, one for you,
So many painful memories
so many stories wiped out,
Mother Mary, your boy won't heal tonight
as trillions of boys stay dead.
