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I Don'T Have Time To Hear Your Truth

I don't have time to hear your truth.. I don't have time to hear your truth, I'm busy now so scat away you! I don't have time to hear of hell when I live a life so happy and well! I don't have to time to hear about Jesus. I'm quite content with religion you genius! Don't tell me about hell God is just love he's not a judge because he's always swell! You tell me of heaven when the mansion is large, and the Mercedes is revving out in the yard! What need have I of that, this place beyond here; when I'm so content with a bottle of beer. Don't tell me of God he's just a figment, he's just some mystery wrapped in an enigma!! Don't talk of your love towards me you fraud! When all you do for me is mock then applaud! Don't tell me of Jesus some guy in a tomb when all around the bombs go boom,boom!! Don't talk of your love when you have none in your heart. Don't try to impress with your wit and your smarts. I asked you before show me his love , and you scourged me, and purged me and shed all MY blood. I asked you before where is this hope and you told me find religion you dope. So i ask you again where is your faith, is it wrapped in a book or has it been stripped and raped. Has it been hidden like your sick, gorgeous lies? Has it been lost in the tears that you cried? Where is your faith you wretched sick man? Where is your faith, and how can you stand? Please show me the way I won't ask again. This is the last and I won't say when. Show me your Jesus this one you call Lord. I feel if you don't my soul will be no more... the end ...

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