Sometime

"Someday they will come to tell you

that they believe you and love you

and how they want you...

Have your mind to the child,

lock the door with a key,

they tell lies.

 

One day there will come gnostics and grammarians

to persuate you...

Have your mind to the child,

lock the door with a key,

they will sell you.

 

And when the times will come,

when the candle has gone out

in the storm,

defend the child.

Because if the child is spared,

there is hope."

 

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