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The cross, the book, the stupid dress,
Don’t give a toss, lives you took, never mind the stress.
Wars, crusades, genocides,
Closed doors, virtue fades, on both sides.
Condemn, kill, rule,
Supposed to love them all, cause nothing but ill, an excuse to be cruel.
Feeling superior, I’m just a heathen, trying to convert,
Others all inferior, all committing treason, nothing but hurt.
Show me the light, I’ll blow it out, spit,
Give up your good fight, surrender to doubt, find a sin to commit.




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On Friday June 18th, 2004, An Expired Member (10) writes:
I love the wording!


On Friday June 18th, 2004, Dancing_Monkey (1761) writes:
preaty nice... like the flow and change between lines and single wording.. jup *dances* M!



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