Martinus Lutherus: you know that I’m ruthless.
when I speak what the truth is, don’t pretend that I’m toothless.
my bark is my bite---these words that I write,
dark night of the soul to enlighten the plight of the whole world.
cuz I know where the fight is: any place that the light is not.
the situation is fraught, when the church says heaven can be bought.
I don’t wanna tear the church down---holy cow, I don’t want beef.
and I don’t wanna wear a gold crown, but we gotta talk about belief.
on solid rock, not sinking sand---that’s where I stand.
so how ‘bout you?
YOU BETTER RELAX BEFORE YOU RESPOND
BETTER RETHINK BEFORE YOU GO ON
YOU BETTER REACT TO THE FACT THAT MY ATTACK IS
STRONGER THAN YOUR THEOLOGICAL MALPRACTICE
RECONSIDER WHAT COMES OUTCHA MOUTH
REDO THE BLUEPRINT FOR GOD'S HOUSE
RETUNE YOUR LUTE AND YOUR FLUTE
THEN SING A NEW SONG THAT STARTS WITH TRUTH
AND I CAN'T RECANT, SO HERE I STAND
I CAN'T RECANT, SO HERE I STAND
I'm the Reformer, a former friar,
steppin’ to the Pope, new hope against the empire.
strike back, all you commonfolk,
you are not dirt, you are not a joke.
the yoke of Jesus releases and frees us
and casts out demons both small and behemoths.
you don’t need to have money or power.
just turn to him in your darkest hour,
and your faith will save you, while on earth you languish
and your prayers are heard, spoken in any language.
you can call me a heretic, a lunatic, a liar, a crier of wolf,
but no matter what you call it, a violet is blue,
so say what you gotta but respect the truth:
REMOVE YOUR BOOT FROM YOUR POOP CHUTE
I GOT 95 PROBLEMS, I'M'A CALL 'EM THESES
YOU THINK I CAN'T SOLVE 'EM? MAN, THAT'S BULL FECES.
I will be well known in heaven, on earth, and in hell.
and I can't recant, so here I stand.
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