I swear that I’m gonna win this time
No more second place to
fucking half-wits past their prime
My throat tears,
I scream but no one hears
They’re blinded by some fable
Reason falls upon deaf ears
You won’t find what you’re looking for
You won’t find truth in white-washed folklore
And I’m not listening
as you can see me walking out the door
The blank stare,
you’re an empty fucking shell
Confused by what to fear,
your vengeful god or a burning hell
It’s not fair, you’re another casualty
Chalk full of Christian values,
your forced imposed morality
Body and blood
The voluntary heist of the souls
who dine on Jesus Christ
You wont find truth inside
some book you read
There is no truth.
Your god is dead.
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