Preacher At Dawn
How ya gonna save this feeble world,
If you only get the weak to pray
Do you believe you can bathe the evil
Wash this contagious syndrome away
Got a gift of life to share with all
sweep your morals deep beneath the rug
selling faith only to those who call
Seed the masses with your pious bug
Bribe them to believe
Bliss can be born of tragedy
Hope can spew from broken dreams
Preacher at dawn
How do you sleep with that counterfeit halo on
Copyright © Brenda Basile | Year Posted 2006
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