The Unbelievers
There are some who say there’s no redemption
and we mustn’t waste time with this deception
There’s nothing we can do but move on
and perhaps we can see another dawn
There is no absolution for our indiscretions
and our past is past no need for our confessions
They ask, “are we to blame for the stain in us?”
No type of repentance can remove this pus
These desperate people have no hope
and every day they walk the tightrope
Death smiles at each of us they say
whether you are straight or gay
No need to waste your time pretending
that there is something worth defending
They say that no amount of praying
will ever save us from displaying
The putrid stain that keeps us craving
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