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Dec 2010
In God we Trust
Don’t make me sick
I will not fall
For that cunning trick
I have an advantage
My mind is free
To search
To explore
This sham fallacy
JC is a fake
There to control
Suppress all your needs
If you enter his fold

But ..

You don’t fool me
With your pious act
Whiter then white
Whilst you’re flat on your back
Flat on your back
With the ***** down the road
Or the hiding the sausage
Before you explode
I cannot abide
This man in a frock
Who preaches the word
Like a babbling brock

So …

**** your *******
**** your lies
**** your hate
And all that underlies

For I am

THE  SHEPHERD

And …

I walk alone

I am a my own person

Not anyone’s

**CLONE
Written by
Bathsheba
873
   entropiK, Marco Jimenez and Helen
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