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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