You pray to me
As if I’m the god that saved you
I’m simply the whore
You left her for
Sing of my glory
Was it the glory or were you high?
You always believed
Idolizing me to death
I am not Jesus
Yet you sacrificed me as such
Asked me for forgiveness
Wept at my feet
The good book is closed
All the chapters have been written
Decipher it how you will
You dyslexic fuck
You never understood my words anyway.
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