God Hates Cowards

Whatever Happened to Man

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Never idle waiting for Heaven’s Mercy
Bred for Conquest, O, aren’t we all
To live close to the edge, is true ecstasy

Many loiter awaiting sympathy
Refusing, refusing to answer Heaven’s call
Never idle waiting for Heaven’s Mercy

Weak men of modern times, misguided by empathy
How mistaken they are, exploited innocence leads to their fall
To live close to the edge, is true ecstasy

There is no escape, enemies aplenty
The weak ones lay broken and bare, much less crawl
Never idle waiting for Heaven’s Mercy

Many are seen praying, praying to their personal effigy
Go then, go, get ignored by the statue that stands tall
To live close to the edge, is true ecstasy

And you right there, tortured by misery
Pathetic one are you, all curled up like a ball
Never idle waiting for Heaven’s Mercy
To live close to the edge, is true ecstasy