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The crucifix inked on my neck burns me A reminder of the ***** that stunted me. Free will denied when imposed too young The deception felt a lot like grief. If I put a gun to His head Maybe new meaning can be brought, To a stain no amount of unlearning can excuse. - don’t worry Jesus isn’t dead, he’s ridin’ a unicorn to Narnia 20.04.14 Cuba
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Just Sunday
The crucifix inked on my neck burns me A reminder of the ***** that stunted me. Free will denied when imposed too young The deception felt a lot like grief. If I put a gun to His head Maybe new meaning can be brought, To a stain no amount of unlearning can excuse. - don’t worry Jesus isn’t dead, he’s ridin’ a unicorn to Narnia 20.04.14 Cuba
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
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