Lamb Without Fold

How godly this fruit (Water to blood)

How putridly divine

When deceiver enamors creator (Hail under sun)

It's eye for an eye

And I've got one left (Locusts overrunning)

To turn and watch that rope close tight around your neck (Darkness above)

It seems to me that would be best for us

They say that God forgives, that we are all His kids

To color Him as kind, but I know who sent the flies

They swear that He is just, the same one who sent the flood

Led Abraham to the mount to cut up his only son

Now we're all Isaac with no ram in the thicket

They say that God forgives

But I know how this ends;

The same way it always does

That cross you carry around your neck

You better bury it because