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Finally Free


Well it took

Took a while

But I accept

And I smile

 

See I know

THat your god

Call it a sin oh well

And in case

You can't tell

 

I'm finally free

To finally be me

Don't give a shit

Your god don't 'pprove of it

 

I can stand

Just like a real man

So spare me your books

And all your rhetoric fools

 

All of those

Wasted years

 Being pi-

ous through fear

 

See you think

That your book

Is ironclad I don't

It doesn't

Have a hold

 

I'm finally free

To finally be me

Don't give a shit

Your god don't 'pprove of it

 

I can stand

Just like a real man

So spare me your books

And all your rhetoric fools

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