Here you are, a door a way, a voice in the shadow,
disdain and afraid, nothing to share, all you do is take
You're so full of stories that are mainly fake
You use the sick as your very tool
I wouldn't be surprised as if you beat women too.
I wouldn't be surprised if an abuser,
you were touching little girls as the older ones hurl.
Nothing can stop your plague on this land, not a church,
maybe a bullet between your praying hands.
Lamassu is your goddess and that we can see,
that you're stealing children when they were already free.
