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treachery with a smile, etchedupon its facea face of red, but a heart ofstone cold blackservants of two masters, thecongregation splitsserving sexuals rituals, true backbiterspirates in pinstripe, admired bythe many in their hour ofweaknessall ways stand, with their backsto the sunreligious fanatics, mutteringrighteousness on sacred groundthe armor of religion like foilacross a bed of nailsconscience, burning, lives held,hostage to heavensymbolic bullshit, hung aroundthe necks, of the weaksilver and gold, just trinkets ofdeceptionone mans faith, becomesanother mans evildon't deny the power of innerstrength, right
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