7 Generations Apostasy
Savior, shed none of your blood for me, for you are not
my Christ I have tasted the bland and lifeless swill of
your salvation and I spit it out When I offered you love,
it was never enough And I gave you faith until I had none
left But now I see you for what you are Not the prince of
peace, just the king of slaves Father, I deny you that
name, for I am not your son I have lived in the light of
your heavenly love, in all of its glory it was as cold as
death You would break my spirit and demand praise You
would curse my heart and call it love If this is the
fruit of your holy kingdom, I want none of it I would
rather burn Speak not of the devil, yours is the face of
True evil
