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• Author - I Built The Cross
• Author - My Epic

[Based on the Teleological Argument for the existence of
God. Gospel-centured philosophical death metal]
Mighty, eternal author
Creation, a dancer poised graceful on the razor’s edge.
Chance has fathered no a child so elegant, the hand of
necessity, glaringly absent
The constants, the quantities, a single voice raised in
harmony – from the narrow range in which they lay their
fragile hands, they sing a witness to your testimony.
The constants, the quantities, a single voice raised in
harmony – from the narrow range in which they lay their
fragile hands, they sing a witness to your testimony.
from the narrow range in which they lay their fragile
hands, they sing a witness to your testimony.
Intellect beyond our minds.

I have nothing new to say.
The world is so terribly big,
it keeps spinning and shaking
loose all my constants and making
me see that the sun has been burning
too long to have not shed its light
in every direction.
All I know
is that beautiful in me is you
beautiful in me is you
All I know
every good thing
every true thing
beautiful in me is you
beautiful in me is you
All I know
every good thing
every true thing
beautiful in me is you
beautiful in me is you
All I know
every good thing
every true thing
beautiful in me is you
beautiful in me is you
I see a thousand young men,
they're all marching in time with war
on their doorsteps and their lovers behind them,
and all of their glory
flows back to their master
but they care not for honor
for they wear his clothes
I'm tired of striving to be,
who you already say that I am.
I am yours.
Take what you need to take,
say what you need to say
to make me who I am meant to be,
you can have it all.
Take what you need to take,
say what you need to say
to make me who I am meant to be,