They left a bible for our viewing pleasure
To tame our souls
As if fables can cure the twisted minds
That lurk beneath our skulls.
They left a bible for our burning pleasure
And we watched the flames eat the pages
Smiling as they screamed "you are ******
We didn't listen.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
They left a bible for our viewing pleasure
To tame our souls
As if fables can cure the twisted minds
That lurk beneath our skulls.
They left a bible for our burning pleasure
And we watched the flames eat the pages
Smiling as they screamed "you are ******
We didn't listen.
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