Red Door Church
Red Door Church
I lost faith in my religion and wander.
Who can forgive my sins? Who can cast my
demons from me? Who can bless me at death?
Can I never be buried in sacred ground?
Now my faith is in pills and booze and soft
places with perfume and happy endings.
My church is a bar with a pastor named Tia.
She speaks in tongues with a snake that bites.
Her venom is the sweetest thing I've tasted.
She brings me to my knees and I bow to her.
I drink her blood and eat her in communion.
I wake calm with my savior. I found my faith.
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