The glass with the face of Jesus
stareing into my eyes
makes me feel alittle insequre
because of the sins i have created
i have betrayed Jesus once or twice
thinkin he wasnt there
i said if he were here
why could this happen
yes sometimes i dont believe
seeing what is in our world today
all the sinful people
living on the nasty earth we have created
murdering innesent people because they see nothing wrong
jail- they dont mind
its a warm place to stay and free meals
thats how bad our world has god
nobody cares anymore
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