Religion a Lie?
When I was young I did not know you, thoughts were positive that I was a good person
You came into my life, I started second guessing myself
"Maybe I wasn't such a good person" I thought
Now I truly believe in you, and I know faithfully that you exist in everything
I'm told I'm a sinner, a killer, weak and insignificant
I question is it better to know you
Or to be ignorant
Why do those closest to you suffer?
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