Behind the Pulpit
Beneath the heavens
Cold means are the death of the reverend
Coke fiends run through the church and buy the religion
Through the nose goes the bone marrow of the Son
Out of the nose comes His blood for the sins
And into a pool of money that blood rains, oh what a bath the reverend bathes in
Copyright © Kyle Carlson | Year Posted 2014
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