They couldn't compromise
With the calendar of time
It didn't make sense
To condemn mankind
It's like a split personality
Distorting the truth
Searching the mind
Like a telephone booth
The world went mad
With the knowlege of Gods
Deep from the past
Agains all the odds
God can heal
The scars of Hell
Even the Dark Ages
By breaking its spell
Donald Auclair, May 1998
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