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So this is the truth of our golden plate and silver spoon
Do not preach to me!
lead the horse to water 
and if the water looks inviting i might drink or go for a swim
and today as we blindly refuse to treach the world population sign language and 
selectively numb
as we think we are throw the deaf people away because its their turn to 
understand gods love for them
love has become pain
gods love is not pain
the door to forgiveness and make it stop please god is mental anguish 
and only we can break the cycle of the wars of our fathers
they refuse to remember
but i havent forgot
they mask it with humor and alcohol
controls and manipulation
because some politician or jking
didnt want gay men
and forced schools to brainwash children through spankings for generations

we have just started to turn that page
Do not preach to me
Do not!
Love is not emotional physical or menatl abuse
Love of my higher power or god has nothing to do with mankind wanting to 
control the univers
and their desire to have it revolve around them
so at this nonexistant crime scene of wehy our world is this way
ask yourself if you were a child
and spanked three to five times a day to be forced to love god
and then forced into the real world to marry and have children out of survival
is that not brainwash
and why is our world this way?

some want to go back to the ways of the old
some want to spare the rod but you spoil the child
and sure we supposedly have it easy with silent wars of drugs
and marketted gang wars in the music
and propoiganda everyday
and companies of liars selling us whatever we should buy next
I will not pray to a human sacrifice
or anything linked to slavery and the burning of thousands of women who were 
doctors
do not preach to me
for i can humble you
and you can choose to put your head bacjk in the sand
or wait till april fools day again
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