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Place God on top of the schedule

Replacing your mind with pure nonsense

Hold to the path that has been pleaded of those who stand in command

Follow the word that has written no space for compromise

Suffer for him your days are counted only money will help to forgive

If pleasure is purely for sinners I’m gladly a part of the crime

Am I not strong enough to hold out against this mighty God?

Beware the lies

Spreading so quick

Into peoples minds

Twisted truth

Cold winds blow

Freezing all sense

Agony remains

As prediction takes control

And the expression loose ground

You are a slave in an intellectual vacuum

Programmed to only know fear

Of things not justified just convicted illegal

Then money and health stands as a fore point for being a true believer

And the opposite as a punishment the spectra turn to disgust

The god who denies the right to breathe the winds of individuality

Aren’t nothing to put faith in just a plain Satan to me

If God is your creator

Why be so grateful when you were born into this mess

Is he some kind of sadist that you have to obey to get salvation?

Why speculate of over death?

When you have forgotten how to live the life you know exists