True Story
I feel the gazes
All the sages in the world couldn't take away the problems
The lie they tell
Is only a part of the pie they say sell
When we all fell
We were told that it was what we were all sold into
But I got news from the pews
Hope and Salvation
Mercy and Grace
Faith saith the Lord
In Him will you get through it all
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