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Hypochristians

They say to worship to get back into church That all I need do is fall to my knees and repent Then all this personal pain he will prevent To kneel and pray to “The Soveriegn God” Well, my knees are bruised and scabbed Where is this God of yours I ask Guess I’m not really a fan of his work As I walk through this existence Sufferring is all I see War in the desert neverending Children dying so young Little boys and girls raped by the clergy Destruction Hate Crimes against humanity Where is this God of yours I ask They say Christianity is the way Well, bullsh!t! That’s what I say.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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