fallen angel
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Sunday Moring

At 7 Am
They are all ready up
Dressed in there finest
To go worship the man
Who created this earth
So many years ago
As the church bells ring
Which means session will began
Will all pile in
To Worhsip the lord

All of these people
Struggling to pay attetion
If they do well enough
They will get into heaven
No matter what they do the rest of the week
and if they don't belive in the lord
and his messages
They are all still going to heaven

They worship him
a man they have never met
But there familes and neighbors
are the ones that they hate
Every sunday moring
We all gather here
and we think that it is ok
To raise hell the rest of the week

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