[Intro]
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Story of UNDERTALE
I fell from the light
Talk? Or should I fight?
Monster genocide
This my UNDERTALE

[Verse 1]
I fell through a cave on Mt. Ebott
I faced an evil talking flower in a pot
Explains the plot, wants me dead, wants me to rot
Toriel saves me, takes me to her home
And hooks me up with a brand-new monster phone
Leaves me alone, but I escape and meet some bones

[Pre-Chorus]
Should I be a pacifist?
Or should I use my fists?
I’m feeling evil, think I’ll kill them all

[Chorus]
I’m homicidal, and I’ve got a taste
I want to wipe out the Monster race
I’ve got no patience, got no resolve
I will slaughter, screw the dialogue

[Bridge]
I fell from the light
Talk? Or should I fight?
Monster genocide
This my UNDERTALE

[Verse 2]
I’ll slaughter Undyne, I’ll waste who I choose
With all this EXP there’s no way that I’ll lose
Now watch me move, I won’t stop, I’m feelin' rude
Asgore is shaking, he hears my approach
I’ll slaughter Sans and squash his bro like a roach
Chara’s my coach, all these monsters I will poach

[Pre-Chorus]
Screw being pacifist
I think I’ll use my fists
I’m feeling evil, think I’ll kill them all

[Chorus]
I’m homicidal, and I’ve got a taste
I want to wipe out the Monster race
I’ve got no patience, got no resolve
I will slaughter, screw the dialogue

[Bridge]
Burnt pan, toy knife, use a stick to take your life
Tough glove, ballet shoes, epic fight like front page news
King Asgore wants to collect human souls
Seven of them, is his ultimate goal
Open the door, to humanity’s realm
Start a new war, humans overwhelm
[Chorus]
I’m homicidal, and I’ve got a taste
I want to wipe out the Monster race
I’ve got no patience, got no resolve
I will slaughter, screw the dialogue

The Parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector

9 To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on everyone else, Jesus told this parable: 10 “Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. 11 The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other people—robbers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector. 12 I fast twice a week and give a tenth of all I get.’

13 “But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’

14 “I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God. For all those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.”

Luke 18:9-14 New International Version

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