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Sacred means revered due to sanctity, is in general the state of being holy (perceived by religious individuals as associated with divinity) or sacred (considered worthy of spiritual respect or devotion; or inspiring awe or reverence among believers).
From an anthropological or atheistic perspective, the religious view of the sacred is an emic perspective on a culture's collection of thoughts and practices that function as a basis for the community's social structure.
Objects are often considered holy or sacred if used for spiritual purposes, such as the worship or service of gods. The property is often ascribed to people ("a holy man", a "holy prophet" who is venerated by his followers), objects (a "sacred artifact" that is venerated and blessed), times ("holy days"), or places ("holy places", "sacred ground").
The word "sacred" descends from the Latin sacrum, which referred to the gods or anything in their power, and to sacerdos and sanctum, set apart. It was generally conceived spatially, as referring to the area around a temple.
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Bits of my guns are covered in blood
This town turned its back on the sun
Now they will see how swift judgement can be
Compared to a life on the run
Holy, the face of God appears to be
Holy, the face of God appeared to me
Another city glazed, carelessly placed
Withered and waiting for trial
And now we will see how swift judgement can be
When compared to a life of denial
Holy, the face of God appears to be
Holy, Mother Mary let them all die
Slowly, hold me in your arms and please
Console me, forgive what I've done
I'm your son, please don't send me to Hell
These visions you see
They're not what they seem
Even a God can be wrong
This Virgin of peace
Is down on her knees
Begging for Death to move on
Holy, the face of God appears to be
Holy, Mother Mary, let them all die
Slowly, hold me in your arms, appease them
Solely, forgive what I've done
I'm your son, please don't send me to Hell