| front and center…
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| ten percent pulled apart vilified tolerate but only to patronize
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| hang a noose like a crucifix dangles high
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| leg breaking for your sheep becomes suicide
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| sticking to your guns provokes an ugly picture
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| of a child gagging on those same guns transforming more self loathing youth
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| from queers to corpses in two seconds flat
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| you’ve got correction tape for every transgress
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| immediate approval for distress
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| call out your icon from its whites washed tomb
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| your perversion your blame your truth trigger finger prints in a pool of blood
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| pray for us that our sins will come undone
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| now that you’ve decided in all of your tirade
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| that we are not worthy to live
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| you will burn in hell for everyone you’ve killed
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| for every drop of blood that you have ever spilled
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| diseased and deranged
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| became a draining mass of death at your request
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| in your prayers in your speeches you claim our death |