On the Mount

Go have your supper on the mount
Take note of what you hear
What perks your ears you may recount,
And make the rest just disappear

I'm no traitor, I'm not on trial,
Just from a tribe of tired folk
And you'll hear no laughter, nor see a smile
When you tell your hate-filled joke

Your bravery is backed by pages
Of convenient prophecy
But it ain't hard to be courageous
When you've got the masses on their knees

I'm no traitor, I'm no heathen,
Just obscured by a dusty sky
And it's clear you're having trouble seeing
With the plank that's in your eye

So seek out your retribution and kill the sinful doves
Change the message 'round long enough
And soon there won't be no one left to love,
And soon there won't be no one left to love,
No there won't be nobody left to love



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