Abiding Our Time

Reaching for our knivesWaiting feeble minds cryWe shall fight for the raceOur race shall surviveCleansing all the wasteWaste becomes their pridePride they see as a crimeInfected the race shall dieCome inside venture the wayPlotting our deeds natures wayTaking away their animal playTeaching their beingThey all shall bleedChristianity burdens our whole lifeEven though we see their own old liesBlackness reaps our earth asDarkness forms a lineWe shall reap their sinsAll the rats shall dieIn now on me life decaysThe trouble we see is in our own brainsConquering seas and lands awayWere coming for theeDon't ride away'til you have painThe reaping of pain will be simpler for meCause we have seen your race not cleanIf I was god I'd see your needsBut the trouble you'd beI'll kill you beforeYou were ever born