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Boulevard Jesus

Holier than thou
On every Sabbath
I remember wine
Turned from my water
Bread just like my limbs

Broken and scarred
Hung and tortured
My sacrifice
For simple sins

Judgemental
Hypocrites
In my church

Wanting 
To be
 
ME.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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