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Relgion Loss
You want me
To be a slave
To your religion
To believe in something
I no longer accept
As the truth
I know
You are over there
Praying over my soul
Like some kind of spell
That I will turn to your ways
While you spit
That garbage out of your mouth
I'm sitting here smiling
Watching you squirm
At my very existence
You are eating that shit up
While I'm living my life
On my terms
No one else's
To be a slave
To your religion
To believe in something
I no longer accept
As the truth
I know
You are over there
Praying over my soul
Like some kind of spell
That I will turn to your ways
While you spit
That garbage out of your mouth
I'm sitting here smiling
Watching you squirm
At my very existence
You are eating that shit up
While I'm living my life
On my terms
No one else's
Published 4th Apr 2017
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