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Girls married off To a dogma they can't stop Decided at birth I would tell you it hurts That it truly is terrible But it gave me an outlet Made rebellion bearable I abhor to see they way They block us make us stay They're pretty little vessels But now it's too fun, I have to wrestle The rules and regulations The trials and tribulations They really aren't that terrible Mess with the horns, you get the teeth Because she's determined to become a female preist Tell her that it's wrong That she disobeys God But she'll just tap the Old Testament Won't let her resentment Control her when she smites you
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Fictional Catholic Rebel
Girls married off To a dogma they can't stop Decided at birth I would tell you it hurts That it truly is terrible But it gave me an outlet Made rebellion bearable I abhor to see they way They block us make us stay They're pretty little vessels But now it's too fun, I have to wrestle The rules and regulations The trials and tribulations They really aren't that terrible Mess with the horns, you get the teeth Because she's determined to become a female preist Tell her that it's wrong That she disobeys God But she'll just tap the Old Testament Won't let her resentment Control her when she smites you
Constructive criticism is appreciated. Admittedly, I don't know what story I was trying to tell
darcy-sahn
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
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