If I weighed your heart on a feather,
Which would be heavier?
Ten priests together,
On the cross your sins you teather.

Yes,
I tasted the road of the father,
The path of fear.
I saw farther,
What I see Crystal clear.

Forgiveness is great,
Kindness is good.
But you cling also to hate,
The bible you said you understood.

A church of witnesses,
Pews filled with the blind.
As the preaching liar finishes,
Your fear becomes your bind.

This is a warring society of malice
Soldiers fire a gun for them.
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The Illuminati has control of your phallus,
All that is natural becomes a sin.

*Carpe Diem