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Denomination Indoctrination Sect
I stand above all others alone; Never admitting my sins to atone
Preaching tolerance and equality; My soul practices frivolity
Our people are better than theirs; You’d think my judgements are splitting hairs
We must love all to the futures; But my thoughts are them manageable sutures
My freedom is determined by my power
-is derived from your beliefs
-are controlled by my faith
-is only true if I have my freedom
Your impure trust gives me life; Money would be too obvious strife
My gold is steeped in irony-fool; But the lamb’s children prefer the wool
My pulpit is a stage; My bible is self-written page
Interpret my hatred and word-falls; Listen to the call of hordes and halls
Eat your soul, give me faith; Die in the cold, your mother of chaste
Pigs are easier to dispose of; My mind is seeing in sludge
I sit and hear and read your lies; Hating through all my reading ties
But truth is not needed for love; Honesty is not needed for history, love
Devour gospel of new world truth; Listen the wind to chip your tooth
Wait for rapture, I swear it’s near; But don’t leave me, you’ll live in fear
My freedom is determined by my power
-is derived from your beliefs
-are controlled by my faith
-is only true if I have my freedom
Your impure trust gives me life; Money would be too obvious strife
My gold is steeped in irony-fool; But the lamb’s children...
Preaching tolerance and equality; My soul practices frivolity
Our people are better than theirs; You’d think my judgements are splitting hairs
We must love all to the futures; But my thoughts are them manageable sutures
My freedom is determined by my power
-is derived from your beliefs
-are controlled by my faith
-is only true if I have my freedom
Your impure trust gives me life; Money would be too obvious strife
My gold is steeped in irony-fool; But the lamb’s children prefer the wool
My pulpit is a stage; My bible is self-written page
Interpret my hatred and word-falls; Listen to the call of hordes and halls
Eat your soul, give me faith; Die in the cold, your mother of chaste
Pigs are easier to dispose of; My mind is seeing in sludge
I sit and hear and read your lies; Hating through all my reading ties
But truth is not needed for love; Honesty is not needed for history, love
Devour gospel of new world truth; Listen the wind to chip your tooth
Wait for rapture, I swear it’s near; But don’t leave me, you’ll live in fear
My freedom is determined by my power
-is derived from your beliefs
-are controlled by my faith
-is only true if I have my freedom
Your impure trust gives me life; Money would be too obvious strife
My gold is steeped in irony-fool; But the lamb’s children...
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