Who let the bad in?
We were waiting for our savior.
Who let the bad in?
Ten prophets on the nearest route.
Who the bad in?
We’ve been bickering with Pharisees.
Who let the bad in?
I prayed, it wasn’t me.
Now.
the time.
Has come.
To purpose all the angry minds
Now.
The time.
Has come.
To fall back from our front lines.
The savior said he’d show,
some home that he won’t.
I don’t know what I wish for,
other than a just man.
Will he show?
The neighborhood wishes it so.
See the rocket ship go up to the sky’s,
and maybe we will no longer,
be the poor people.
Remember me
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