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Church House Rock

People go to their church,
And sit in their pews,
While quietly listening,
To the lies that are spewed,

By preachers that lie,
About their god,
In disguise,
Truth is blind,
To their bogus lies,

Deceit and disgust,
Is what the bible spreads,
Tales of greatness,
Made up in dead people’s heads,

Angels in black,
Devils in blue,
The world is crazed,
I am too,

Can we stop?
Believing in lies,
Or will we be trapped?
Until we all die…


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