Walk away, you mask your face, hide behind your faith, no saints, no saints, just slaves. Just criminals, you're all the same. You're all to blame. And I could strike you down, but I'll just call you out. You preach a truth, a lie, a love so divine, you say we're children of god but you're no son of mine. No you're no son of mine. How can we love with venom running through our blood? How can we be loved for the things that we have done? And when we speak, we speak into tongues. To swallow your speech, is to poison the words in the verses that are sung, and you're wrong, there's shit all written in the stars. Choke on your words, I'd rather sit here and starve. Drin
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