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Aug 2017
Organized religion, but believe you're not a cult.
Follow your priest blindly, if he misguides it's all your fault.
You should know better and follow a clean path,
Got blood on your hands? take a holy bath.
Sin, forgive, sin, forgive, the cycle that brings you back.
If you **** thy neighbor, "god" will pickup your slack.
The world around you is going to hell,  but you? you're special on your high horse.
Judging the sinners and ******, showing them no remorse.
Real godly huh, kicking em while they're down.
Hoping that tough love is what will finally bring em around.
And what's your proof, that this god saves.
For the only ones who truly know lay silently in their graves.
Kay
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