I heard the story of the burning bush,
I wondered about Jahweh.
I know it is all for the Creator's joy,
I know to live, I must play.
Messaiah says to be just like a child
And give up all fear today.
It is up to me to cry, to die for His Kingdom.
We are not alone, Messaiah takes us home,
Shows us the way to His Kingdom.
A tribute to the teachers, who, despite Babylon,
Show us the way to His Kingdom.
A tribute to the martyr, a tribute to the Dread,
A tribute to the ones who give life to the dead.
They cry, they die for His Kingdom.
The Shahman said to me, "Be an Israelite,
Do not give credance to the pain.
The chosen people, they live in Zion,
Never to be cheated again.
To Babylon, the Lord causes them dread,
leaving them totally insane.
Rude men do not know how to cry, to die for His Kingdom."
What you may see as a conspiracy
Is just a symptom, when life
Comes to stay in mind and form
To stir up the trouble and strife.
Do what you do and off you go,
But you never give up your life.
You teach the world how to cry, how to die for His Kingdom.
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