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The way you shove religion Down my throat Like it's some sort of bitter medicine We should just endure Saying we should have faith When you lack faithfulness That I should trust you When you cannot trust yourself Force me to take a sip Of this medicine named "church" And believe it will change The way I think It will not work But you won't stop trying At least you're finally showing Your true, yet artificial colors
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Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC
Artificial Colors
The way you shove religion Down my throat Like it's some sort of bitter medicine We should just endure Saying we should have faith When you lack faithfulness That I should trust you When you cannot trust yourself Force me to take a sip Of this medicine named "church" And believe it will change The way I think It will not work But you won't stop trying At least you're finally showing Your true, yet artificial colors
I do believe in God and stuff but it's complicated.
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23/F/Michigan
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC
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