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is your faith so fragile
you **** to protect it?
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I don't believe in blasphemy;
There's simply no such thing to me.
A god, as far as I can see,
Would see the ugly irony.

Created it, in fact, I fail
To picture any ego frail
Behind whose name the angels sing;
The Lord of everything.

To take a life with said excuse:
He did my saviour's name abuse,
And end a human violently...
Now that, my friend, is blasphemy.
the moon whispers drunken secrets
to me in the middle of the night
and it's starting to
make me an alcoholic
People are pounding away
new year's resolutions
looking toward future with violent fervor
but all I see when I look down my street
is deserted pine tree carcasses.
Not looking back, just looking cynical
you play me a lullaby
rain on the windows
soft touch of magical
as only you know how
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