Uka önu
We call ourselves Christians
In truth, it's just another instance where we fight to not get left behind
We actually don't care
We sometimes go there as a routine we have to take care
Who cares, well some may do but I don't
We are all sinners, I mean it's all I do
Stop all this pretending and wasting too
Call to God and He would answer you
In spirit and in truth.
Soul!!!
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