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Crash

Look, The proof is in the Bible That must make me a disciple Anyone who is against Christ lies And I cannot deny Ive been down that road But all we ever get is a sigh People calling us "Bible bashers" While the devil is in the trash Teens thrash and OD on pills No I don't live in the holly wood hills No I don't get paid big bills God only accepts wills Not massive kills and murder But why is there no order in the real world? Because in Church it hurts deep inside It hurts because outsiders are not more alert Its a curse and it only gets worse People die because of there choices and all we can do is cry and wonder why Its the meth that makes people crazy the heroin that has no hero people waste there life to zero and here I am being called the weirdo I'm trying to help not make them give up the moral is this Live and let learn Just don't be surprised when you get burned.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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