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religion is a breeding ground |
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where the devil's work is deeply found, |
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with teeth as sharp as cathedral spires, |
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slowly sinking in. |
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God knows that i've been naive |
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but i think it makes him proud of me. |
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now it's so hard to separate |
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my disappointments from his name. |
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because shadows stretch behind the truth, |
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where stained glass offers broken clues |
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and fear ties knots and pulls them tight. |
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it leaves us paralyzed. |
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but in the end such tired words will rest. |
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the truth will reroute the narrow things they've said. |
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the marionette strings will lower and untie |
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and out of the ashes, love will be realized. |
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God knows that we've been naive |
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and a bit nearsighted to say the least. |
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it's broken glass at children's feet |
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that gets swept aside unexpectedly. |
