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Aug 2021
Prophetic lies from the sacrilegious
The flames of discord are barely reigned in
Smiles and righteous eyes that fall upon
The hatred simmers behind tight lines

"Holiness" transcends logic and reason
It scars the land and shackles Lady Justice
Faith is the rule
Hope is the law

Freedom is blasphemous and a deadly sin
My avarice for it is insatiale
To be free of mind
Free of thought
Free of "sin"

To live is to sin
To sin is to be free

So salvation be ******
Blasphemy fall upon my melancholic soul
May the pious forever hold their peace
So the decadent bloom and Lady Justice be free of her shackles
The evangelical enslaved by their faith
And the Lost Lambs roam free at last
Not everyone is of the same faith or belief and that is fine. However, we must all respect one another and the sanctity of their autonomy. Not everyone needs nor wants to be saved. Sometimes those "lost lambs" are perfectly happy and content.
Javier  Garza
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