Revolution

Pantokrator

(Blessed are the poor in spirit, theirs is the kingdom of 
God
Blessed are the ones that mourn, they will be leaping with 
joy.)

Forgive the unforgiving, love your enemies, rise above in 
mercy but never bow
I have made you royal, I share my throne with you

Come I will bring you revolution, it begins in the hearts 
of man
The light shines in darkness and the dark cannot prevail
I ask you to believe, not to understand

Blessed are the humble of heart, they will inherit the 
earth
Blessed are the bringers of peace, they are the children of
 God
You will raise from the ashes of this age
And behold the rising of the never setting sun

Blessed are you when men despise you
Persecute and criticise you for the sake of my name
You are the salt of the earth, the light of the world
The city upon the hill
Forged in fire, and in blood

You are the dawn, the voice of the world beyond
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