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Like the ventriloquist

You are the dummy.



Your church is your master,

They command your mind

And speak your words.



They tell you that’s you

Have to be so, and so.



They tell it that it’s right to love

And wrong to hate.



If that is so

Then I

Love to hate

And

Hate to love



That’s is a contradiction of and in its self.



You sit there in the mindless temple.

Your place of worship



They tell you praying with fix all.

And that He who asks will receive.



Well father I have asked and

Not yet once did I receive.



They tell you that your sexuality is

You’re key to heaven,

Your sin is there for the purpose of banishment.



Now all who loves thee bow down to

The one your serve.



Place your lips upon his head.

Beg for his forgiveness.



They told me that when I was little that god

Won’t love me if im not straight.



One who is different will distract the attention from out father



To be unique is to stand out and say FUCK YOU GOD.

Well GOD here I am I ask you for your forgiveness.



Well God Kiss Me I’m gay.