I strike back like the empire
and we'll televise the revolution.
Do our part, try to make a contribution
Playin' at 11, givin' OC noise pollution.
built on anti-philosophy,
War rages on through generations.
abandoned their stations.
and we've ceased to reach.
we've neglected to teach.
But, it's dim and not pitch black.
If our God is for us, how can we fail?
No surer hope has ever been rested.
But for our adversary's worthy,
Fight like a man, scriptures in hand.
naked, barehanded futily prepared
for the blows to be landed.
Presuppositions is all you can stand on.
Can you twist their wrist
from most precious of minerals.
We need apologetic instruction...
to halt the mass abduction.
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