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Then The Angel Cried
When Atlus shrugged,
The obligations tugged,
Everyone given in to desire.
Lord takes down his sign for hire.
Religion is a thing of the past.
Living in haste
Then the angel sighed.
It is about nigh time we die.
The angels tears drenched.
Women of wench,
Fathers of hate.
Through the metal grate,
Pining for life
parched mouths are dry.
No life,
No love,
No Strife,
No mercy above...
harmony.
