Look at the home of your angel

Look at your home, angel,
And take the cobweb off your eyes,
You will see shocking scenes,
You will see the unfortunate and the sick,
You will see sorrow, death and misery.
Look at the flock, angels,
All cripples and beggars,
The blind wander in the crowd,
They broke everyone’s spine,
They expect salvation from you.

Look at the acacia, angels,
Their soul is cursed,
They put amoves on everyone, *
They built temples for themselves,
Their hands were drenched in blood.
Raise your sword, angel,
Remember the Crusades,
Remember the bowed neck,
When you come to God for the truth,
May peace reign in your soul.
Hear the prayers, angels,
I wish the enemies had died
So be an angel of vengeance,
Let them feel on their skin,
which means misery, fear and pain.

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