I’m rigged to fire and I’m set to blow. I cannot live in this state, break down the doors, smash every window to help the orphans escape. What would Jesus do? I think illuminate.
You know what’s “unbiblical”? That Jesus sitting in some blackened room. These people live so violated and we’re concerned with church agendas. Oh My God. Pure religion says I fight this war. The hidden millions in our own backyard, exploited masses. These kids are all alone waiting for someone.
I tell you what’s “biblical”. The Master came to set the captives free and we should be like Him
We will worship and pray, then instigate their release!

I can’t see Jesus in this. Pollutes my trust, it fills my heart with hate. I hear their muffled screams, these children terrified. God, what is right, I can’t stand by and…? I refuse to stand by in this house of fear, it’s innocent kids who pay the real price in the house of fear. Take back every throwaway life from the house of fear. Can’t live for myself as innocence dies in the house of fear!

Holy God, where are you in the dark and hidden place?
How can I sleep when children live as slaves? These are your people, Oh God.
I’ll pray and I’ll move, Father say the word!
Cause this is unspeakable, slithering darkness, but I’ll bring the light. And by the morning they’ll all be gone, given the chance to lead a different life.
Descending into hell. Cause these kids are for sale, we walk into hell.
For those locked in a cell, we walk into hell.
Some can’t speak for themselves, we walk into hell.
Even Jesus himself has walked into hell.