Hold your head up high
As up think ‘the truth' will get you by
You sit on your stool and judge
While your stubborn mind wont budge
You control your way through life
Whilst you beat your loving wife
You fake a life you don't own
Sucking out soul from blood and bone
You hit with theists and words
God forsake your words aren't heard
You stand within your congregations
Telling them of your revelations
You paint a picture of love
Whilst you say you believe in god above
No god would want to know you
Your smile is fake and words untrue
The devil holds your soul
An even that's far from whole
Your blood is dead and sick
N your thinking so dam thick
Your dead to my life
As i stand to be a wife
I wish you dead and free from mum
So her misery can be gone an done
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