Don'T Preach To Me
Maybe i go to church every sunday
irregardless of how i know how they changed their ways of how many spankings
the nuns gave out in sunday school
and the abuse the children of previous generations recieved at home when they
didnt worship their saviour
Maybe I don't need church monday to sunday
and to be brainwashed around the clock
of the obsessions that control your thought
i will fix that pipe and come visit you on the day of praise
to see a lousy preacher
who has nothing worthy to hear read or humbling to say
Maybe just maybe
you have a point of view
and i respect you too
but dont you dare
try to one up me
by looking like a man of god in the public eye
because between us and the positive affirmations
the bibles neglect to tell our souls of the divine truths of our nature
My eyes are wide open to the days of old
where the walked up hill barefoot in the snow
to get a lickin from the priests
then the nuns
beg god for forgiveness
go home and be beat for not being absolutely perfect
to run away confused and scared
forced into a woprld where pain and mental anguish was the door to love of your
holy god?
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