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[ladylinus6]

Your war is your sickness
And so it's our disease

O distant constant quarrelling lot
Your risk is greater than what you've got
Open your high road
You carry us along, the long road
Of our brothers gone

'Cause we are so uncertain
Of the future, that we may face
And we don't like the burning
Of the very flame we had in place
Some day we will be replaced by the

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[muggsie9]

I'm guessing they are. If they were able to come back to us for a short time, I'm convinced they'd be appalled at what "the church" has turned into.