when the glory of the lord shall shine

and blind men to his crimes

as the lies that he had promised me

would bind me to his tree

when all the angels in the dark

would brand me with the devil’s mark

i’d curse and cry with my last breath

‘i’ve still a half a bottle left!’

leave me alone, save someone else

i love my sinful, wicked self

take off from me this pit bull’s leash

save it for a pederastic priest

what good is my soul…

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So why talk to them? Perhaps you are afraid that by not responding you concede the argument and they win by default. This appears to have merit until you examine the idea closer. The premise is you…

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