Perfection will come, like the rise of the sun
Blinding illumination.
I am called to be perfect.
It's as easy as pie, really.
No greater love than to die, pour the blood
Crimson stains cleanse.
I am called to die.
It's as easy as pie, really.
As far East is from West, no grudge is possessed
Love isn't bitter.
I am called to forgive.
It's as easy as pie, really.
Pressing on towards the goal, no matter the toll
Bread reigns in deserts.
I am called to persevere.
It's as easy as pie, really.
But God knows I can't cook.
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