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.
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