| The Devil in their pockets,
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| They hence forth doors
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| Where they’re un-welcomed to trade their life for a book
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| Filled with lies and murderous intention
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| Twisted realities where the truth is false
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| A simple question provokes the death penalty
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| Overwhelmed by rejection bewildered by disbelief,
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| With heavy sound of feet they approach with learned stealth
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| Caring for nothing but the heroin high.
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| I’m testifying.
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| Their prayed sins
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| Strive forgiveness
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| The others in temples of arrogance.
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| We have the truth
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| They proclaim as their foes tell differing stories.
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| We have the truth
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| They proclaim as their foes tell differing stories.
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| Read their books filled with insanity and conflict unnumbered
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| Then look into their junkie eyes.
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| Nothing I say will appease the Beast
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| Lurking behind the message of truth
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| Dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death
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| Desguised in light, a sighed relief
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| Passes my lips the beasts of the forest have been kept at bay.
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| Appease the beast!
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| Dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death
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| Desguised in light, a sighed relief
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| Passes my lips the beasts of the forest has been kept at bay
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| For at least one more day
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| Nothing I will say will appease the beast
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| Lurking behind the message of truth
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| Dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death. |