They built their crosses on stone
where the light of temples once shone
The legacy of the saints
was coated in treachery’s paint
Thieves with hearts as black as peat
gullible nations to cheat
The sword if we should resist
The prison of heritage’s heist
Learnt our prayers from a borrowed book
In turn, our dignity they took
The slave in the church
has left justice in the lurch
We will not our captors blame
Salvation is all too simple and plain
Freedom lost for this to gain
The blood we shed is no lasting stain
As we feel blessed by words
that welled our hides like hot rods
And in waters of baptism we will swim
where the lie was what that did win
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