Death comes from the sky but stand your ground, standing face-to-face with evil - martyrs remain down. Bombs being dropped and fires being lit, homes and property confiscated.
Yo, picture this, land of the communist,
a sea of anti-christians swinging their fists, at the purists,
we preach love but they combat with violence.
They form an alliance,
destroying the gospel is their goal,
setting fire to every church and bible,
laughing all the while as if they're unstoppable,
but little do they know their plan is impossible.
The more of us you kill, the more we're gonna grow,
multiplying like a little water on gizmo.
Or like the worm that turns white as snow,
leaving a scarlet mark on the wood to show,
that one death, brings about more breath,
mic check, have I made my point yet?
Yo, would you take a bullet, get hit with stones and sticks?
Get thrown in a snake pit, get tossed in a gauntlet, and lay your life down like carpet?
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