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Apr 12
The way you shove religion
Down my throat
Like it's some sort of bitter medicine
We should just endure

Saying we should have faith
When you lack faithfulness
That I should trust you
When you cannot trust yourself

Force me to take a sip
Of this medicine named "church"
And believe it will change
The way I think

It will not work
But you won't stop trying
At least you're finally showing
Your true, yet artificial colors
I do believe in God and stuff but it's complicated.
Written by
Maude Laurent  18/F/Michigan
     DeltaFound, Ale and Leone Lamp
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