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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