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church sunday morning i met a guy like him i said that he was beautiful he told me to go to hell and i sat down on my seat a hundred hymns in my hand oh i thought he was a god but he was dying like a man and the priest blessed us all but i don’t need to be blessed if only he was there i wouldn’t be so obsessed and we sung for the lord our words turned into gold religion is a masterpiece it saves our souls and when the ritual was done i quitely went home to talk about faith and belief to him i worship the most and on the way home to him i couldn’t wait to arrive and i prayed to god for him to still be alive but when i saw him laying there bleeding on the floor i just knew that god was dead it didn’t matter anymore
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
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church sunday morning i met a guy like him i said that he was beautiful he told me to go to hell and i sat down on my seat a hundred hymns in my hand oh i thought he was a god but he was dying like a man and the priest blessed us all but i don’t need to be blessed if only he was there i wouldn’t be so obsessed and we sung for the lord our words turned into gold religion is a masterpiece it saves our souls and when the ritual was done i quitely went home to talk about faith and belief to him i worship the most and on the way home to him i couldn’t wait to arrive and i prayed to god for him to still be alive but when i saw him laying there bleeding on the floor i just knew that god was dead it didn’t matter anymore
it's a song, that's why it dosen't rime that perfect. hope you'll find the deeper meaning.
#love#religion#dead#souls#church#obsessed#sunday#christ#hymns#npmchange
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
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