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Jan 2014
I bear no responsibility for my evil deeds.
I was born this way so the good book states.
I'm allowed to ***** nilly spread my seed.
Jesus will step in to save me from a fiery fate.

I'll just go through life in pursuit of pleasure.
Nevermind that knife I just stuck in your back.
My Sunday confessional is my true measure.
I'll enter heaven when the Earth fades to black.

Why should I give a penny to the homeless poor?
When I earned every penny with this evolved mind.
Those slobs will never enter through heaven's door.
Get a job, it's not like they're deaf, dumb, or blind.

While I sit in my cozy house and think of my life.
Maybe I've been a little coarse to my fellow man.
But isn't it God's duty to tend to other people's strife?
Hey he made this place, I assume he has a plan.
Written by
Greg Obrecht
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   Nikki Whittaker
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