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Every Sunday you pack the house, people on their knees looking toward the sky. Never question you. Never asking why. Take a swim, dont worry about sin, as long as you believe in him. Devotion to arrogance, even in his absence. Your lack of reverence feeds my lack of silence. Morals alone aint enough, but i can do without his misguidance.
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