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Little Chapel On the Hill

False prophets, not saints
Hide behind crosses
Judging the whole world
But forget their sins,
Or can't remember

Every Sunday,
Seethe in glory
Backstab and lie
Never repent,

Their actions;
Are imp-like
Spirit is dark

In Hell
They might.....

Burn!

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