You are the blacksmith
You bend your metal and fire
How could you make a blade that cuts so deep?
And when
The blaming fingers point
You'll say it wasn't the blade
But the man who drove it through that heart
Like the surgeon
You will cut them open
Without a thought of humanity at all
I'll say
You are brutal
And you don't know
What harm you could have done
To your fellow man
He's not looking well
Your brother's here
Your brother's here
They'll hang him high
Close your eyes
How could this
Have become?
It won't be long
It won't be long
Call to Jesus, will he help to drag him down?
At all

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