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Commandments were made for the poor
That never knew the truth
Or ever feared a hell.

Fear was carried in the news by an outcast prince
Along with his royal infections.

Slaves were murdered for treason
When they hoped for heaven
To heal their culture.

Don't pray for me.
Just go away, leave me.
They invented religions, gods.
Commandments never healed,

But commanders spread sickness.