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The God Placebo

I'll be him, you want a sign?
it's fine I do it all the time,
the rich ones get cured
the sick ones ignored.

I just need the long number, a cross your card
dont worry were dot com and prayin is hard
You'll see me when you look up in church
or look me up, just do a search,
I can spit you a sermon, drop in some rhymes
dishing out morals with my breath of red wine.

I'll piss biblical rivers to fill every font
hand me your children I'm at the front.
I've registered my trade mark 'G'
to take 10%, hell more if you believe,
this position is hard, I lead and you follow
with a finger inside my dirty dog collar.
I do love a choir, boy I speak unto thee.
Christian be a christian
and bend over my knee.

For every false pill
there's only one cure
who doesn't ask people
to pay on the door.
Author's Note
This is fat fly's on an infected wound gorging until it is sick, but in the end we have to trust in the maggots to keep it clean and restore us.
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