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You’re quite the wretch, how you expel sarin and carbon monoxide from your pores You hide behind an accent book, a holy text to justify your ignorant crusades Do you think God looks at you with grace? You may accept Jesus, but the son of God doesn’t accept you You sing Amazing Grace, to instill in yourself grace, but the truth is skin deep When you condemn people to hell, do you think you’ll ascend to heaven? What’s truly worse, a supposed life of sin? Or causing pain and sorrow for innocent people?
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
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You’re quite the wretch, how you expel sarin and carbon monoxide from your pores You hide behind an accent book, a holy text to justify your ignorant crusades Do you think God looks at you with grace? You may accept Jesus, but the son of God doesn’t accept you You sing Amazing Grace, to instill in yourself grace, but the truth is skin deep When you condemn people to hell, do you think you’ll ascend to heaven? What’s truly worse, a supposed life of sin? Or causing pain and sorrow for innocent people?
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
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