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What kind of life is this?

Worth no more than dirt

There seems to be no end

To our suffering and hurt

I curse the Christians’ God

Why would he let us live like this?

The crown of His creation

Thrown into the black abyss

Is there no justice, is there no peace?

Aren’t we all children of Adam and Eve?

Beneath the Sky – our torment

Living to die, mortals toil

Beneath the Sky – no glory

Far from His grace - sons of the soil

I have fought in His name

I have killed for His word

Still the fate He grants me

Is just inhumane and absurd

Why must we suffer, what is His gain

When the innocent live in fear and pain

Is there no justice, is there no peace?

Aren’t we all children of Adam and Eve?

Beneath the Sky – our torment

Living to die, mortals toil