Sin from Lolina: Origins by R L Hughes

The Patriarch (Followers):
My children we have been chosen by Lord,
Our mission to make his earth anew, (Oh Father)
This homeland was poisoned by the ancient wars,
Be cautious! Lest our souls be poisoned too (Oh Father)

My children, do not let sin into your hearts!
For sin will let the sickness in! (Oh Father)
Our Father, will smite us all for one at fault,
So children we must all be free of sin.

My children there is sin,
It resides within you,
Keep your heart pure,
Don’t let it in.

My children there is sin,
It could be our poison,
The Lord will strike us down,
If you give in,
To sin (sin), sin (sin), sin (sin), sin (sin).
Sin (sin), sin (sin), sin (sin), sin (sin)

My children watch out for sinners in our midst,
Your neighbour could lead to our downfall, (Oh Father)
A sinner, will spread their poison, make us sick,
A cancer we must cut out and destroy.

Followers:
Lolina, Lolina, a temptress, a sinner,
Her unnatural form leads our menfolk to lust,
Oh Father, oh Father, she is the death-bringer,
She’s the Devil’s tool, she is not one of us.

Mariella:
Why can’t you give her a chance?
She can change her ways and be redeemed,
With the love of the Lord,
She can be born anew, He’ll make her clean

Followers:
Lolina, Lolina, she’s sullied, she’s fallen,
She will spread unrest, she will adulterate,
Unnatural women, she can not bear children,
Cannot be a wife, for her sin is innate

Lolina:
Tell me what you want from me,
I’ll obey, I’ll be good, all I wanna is do is please,
But I can’t change my biology,
I can’t change the way I was engineered to be

Lolina (Followers):
(Sin, sin, sin, sin) But I can do as you say!
(Sin, sin, sin, sin) I’ll follow your rules
(Sin, sin, sin, sin) I’ll promise I’ll be good
(Sin, sin, sin, sin) I’m not the Devil’s tool!

The Patriarch (Followers):
My children there is sin,
And it walks among us,
We must end this scourge,
And the death it brings.

My children there is sin,
It will be our poison,
Unless we strike it down,
We must not give in,
To sin (sin), sin (sin), sin (sin), sin (sin).
Sin (sin), sin (sin), sin (sin), sin (sin).

The Patriarch:
My children, I now see, this woman is a tool of the Devil,
She will bring sickness among us, she will bring death,
Our Father, he decrees, we must end this grave abomination,
She must be stricken from us, put her to death.

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