simple song,
don't think,
belong.
give to god
give no rights
dont love your neighbor
don't see the lights
fustration is your wounds
priests are the salt
let you become
what you are not
im sorry i have powerful truth
im sorry you can't comprehend
im sorry for spoiling your youth
im not sorry this world will end
one of my favorites, by me.
Godless Wonderings
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