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It’s now two thousand years, you base your realm on my death

You say you praise and speak words of faith and defend your ownership of God

It’s now two thousand years, you exploit the rights on my death

You glorify the poor while you’re dressed in gold and invest your wealth

On subtle device of control of the masses’  belief of the good fighting grief

And attempt to mark your eternity ends by saying the judgement is near

By spreading terror and fear, abusing the words that I spoke

So the heretic dies when he tries and placing doubts on your salvation of souls

Then he should be afraid of you saying eternity ends

The search for perfection is not the one that you wrote on your books

As only the Father can sat what is right, hence you tried to destroy the Writings of the Dead Sea Scrolls

When somebody placed his doubts on your own version of the truth

Anyone should wonder why you say that eternity ends

Marking the edges of time and unfold the secret is not up to you

Just let the Father reveal what’s untold

I’m not the eternity end

I am not the eternity end

My birth is not the eternity end

I am not the eternity end

My death is not the eternity end

I am not the eternity end

My birth is not the eternity end

I am not the eternity end