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The Great Religious

Fear God they say, 'tis what you show.
Though I fear indeed, all, they not know.
Your acts oppose not but your actions,
so too your clothes, breeds war for factions.

I say...

Is she, your young, not born from sin?
Is this, your clothes, not lust for kin?
Your patrons many, your wealth now vast,
I'd say vict'ry, you've won at last.

A Sinner, and yet they say saint,
you fuck them hard, then you, they'll paint.
They paint you off from all their cum,
I cry Sinner, you filthy scum.

So yes indeed, we're all but flawed,
yet all these lay to you applaud.
I've studied why, I've studied why,
then I see horror, oh God on high.

Fear God they say, 'tis what you show.
You sinning slut, You'll taste my bow!
I'll smite you dead, for all to see,
A sinner great, a saint for thee!

Yes!

I glance, I stare, I look at you,
for God, they say has blessed you true.
I laugh, I'd die, I'd laugh I knew,
I fear their lie, not worth your due.

Praise God, you cry, each day you cry,
None dare oppose, oh God, oh why?
We now all live, a life of lie,
please God take me, I wish to die.
southernmoonlight
Written by southernmoonlight (Southern Moonlight)
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