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The Guilt of a Dead Man
Why carry around the guilt of a dead man
Go to the beach, see where they lied in the sand
You didn’t put them there, never asked for fodder.
You don't have to pay for the sins of your fathers.
The ancients are found buried deep underground
Their sins have been counted and drown
In the waters of Hades, in the fires of hell.
They’re in a pit where suffering will never quell.
The debt is counted, the sins are repaid.
It was never your battle to fight; It’s time to remake.
Remake your life free of guilt and shame.
By your fathers you too were maimed.
Freedom is upon you! Don’t waste the opportunity.
Bring forth your pride; don’t confuse it with ancestral memory.