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Jun 2019
How can I confess to the desire in my being
Sins both of the flesh and the betreyal in it's meaning
All the while I'm calling you the one who was decieving
Whilst lying flesh to flesh with you

Hypocrite stood preaching on the mount
Devil whispering upon his shoulder
Calling on the truth to shut it out
When will this absurdity be over

Paying lip service to all the virtues of the father
Offer up my body charicature of a martyr
Demanding salvation turns straight into a non starter
And still I hold this hate for you

Hypocrite stood preaching on the mount
Devil whispering upon his shoulder
Calling on the truth to shut it out
When will this absurdity be over

We all lie
Let him without sin cast the first stone
We decieve
Let him without sin place the blame
We conspire
Let him without sin sit with Judas
We all die
Let those without sin be born again

Let me breathe
Ross
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Ross  28/M/Manchester, UK
(28/M/Manchester, UK)   
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