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Propheteer As I deny you Yet another time. Your’ holy spirit falters Within your divine. Weekly meets At which is read Of holy wars And blood fields red. From those of that Which is claimed right “Love thyself All others, smite!” The holy ghost Upon his roost Watches close To see the truth Prophets turn profit Presbyter turn pedophile Holy murder from the pulpit Preachers mouths spit acid bile. Would your damning god Be proud to see How the world Has renounced thee? Or would he turn once more The fabled cheek To repair the world For the meek? Blessed be! To all who’s dared To live their dreams And not be scared Of holy tyrants On alters stand To show the world Religion is that of man! |
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For all those who follow, "The road less traveled!" 3-15-02
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