Save Our Souls

Tue, 09/09/2014 - 13:34 -- Sasha V

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The god you seek
Is not in the churches
And the sermons that you preach
if god was here
Your pastor would be struck
Dead in the streets
The offering bowl emptied and put
Into the pockets of the 
Broke blind believers
The directionless leaders
Are leading the unaware
To hell’s front gates
As satan grabs his prey
the minister will say
Well, why didn’t you pray? 
Give us your soul
You’ll meet your maker
Perhaps, another day  
 

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