Disciple from Planned Obsolescence by Endrot

Born in the right, time and place
For your version of God to be true
How lucky for you, how sad for the millions
Kept from the light of the truth
Shoving it down, everyone's throats
Convinced they're all going to hell
Hundreds of wars over thousands of years
How many in god's name have died

Cultural genocide, in the name of preaching the truth
A heavy cross to bear, the lost are relying on you

Go, into the world
Convert them all to your cause
There are no other gods,
No religion is true but your own
Kill, the infidel
Destroy his heathen beliefs
There are no other gods,
No holy book is true but your own

• Metal
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