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Faking sincerity, I’m a fraud.

With preparation, my feet are not shod.

I pay mere lip service, yet live my way.

In the Spirit, I no longer pray,

my beastplate of righteousness is not in place.

Yes, I have unbuckled, from my waist ,

the belt of truth. And what did I do

with that helmet of salvation you gave me?

These flaming arrows are burning me,

because my shield of faith is weakened.

And when was the last time I even looked

at that spiritual sword, The Holy Word?

Yes, I’m faking sincerity.  Yes, I’m a fraud.