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They Offer No Absolution


They Offer No Absolution

If we’re born sick

But we love it,

Will we ever change?

If we wanted to confess our sins

Without fear

Of them sharpening knives

To cause pain

Would we have to

Worship like a dog

At the throne of their lies

Just to get that deathless death?

Oh good God

Let me give you my life,

Take me to church.

I’ll worship you

In the shrine of your light

I’ll tell you my sins

So you can destroy their knives

Offer me that deathless death

Oh good God

Let me give you my life.

Command me to be well

Amen.

It’s to bad their church offers no absolution…

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