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[00:41.57]religion is a breeding ground
[00:52.36]where the devil's work is deeply found,
[01:03.58]with teeth as sharp as cathedral spires,
[01:13.32]slowly sinking in.
[01:23.02]God knows that i've been naive
[01:29.60]but i think it makes him proud of me.
[01:37.13]now it's so hard to separate
[01:45.67]my disappointments from his name.
[02:02.20]because shadows stretch behind the truth,
[02:11.09]where stained glass offers broken clues
[02:20.44]and fear ties knots and pulls them tight.
[02:27.57]it leaves us paralyzed.
[02:37.38]but in the end such tired words will rest.
[02:44.75]the truth will reroute the narrow things they've said.
[02:52.38]the marionette strings will lower and untie
[02:59.96]and out of the ashes, love will be realized.
[03:06.98]God knows that we've been naive
[03:14.36]and a bit nearsighted to say the least.
[03:22.34]it's broken glass at children's feet
[03:29.83]that gets swept aside unexpectedly.