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Written yr 2005. Age: 14 |
| [Introduction]
A chorus of morbid singers singing and preaching singing and screaming living and dying with death A chorus of hybrid Christians singing and preaching singing and screaming living and dying for their false god A broken piece of glass leaving trails of blood down the face of the chorus down the face of life Maybe someday the blood stains will stop making us flinch Maybe one day when the chorus ceases to sing the world will fall to an end. A broken piece of glass leaving trails of blood down the face of the chorus down the face of life A broken piece of faith that finally realized the lies. |
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