To All Pretending
Apparently, the thought of man
Is that he can be like God. He can?
Atrocity, I say for sure
For man has filth, cannot be pure.
The nerve of some to think as such,
To think they have a godly touch
It is that God, He does work through
All of us, including you
So, be a vessel, this for sure
Is our true meaning, nothing more
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