Bibles Are Only In Churches and Dressers In Hotels Anymore!
Rip the ropes to pieces,
Tear the bible to shreds?
Leave alone, dusty and unread
And soon the grip releases.
But his love never ceases.
And is held in my chest by threads.
As the numbers of evil increases,
I bleed many colors of reds.
All the loosened binding chains releases?
The hatred that spreads
With the evil things that are said.
When the line between heaven and hell creases...
The good in the world decreases.
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