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Plastic JesusGod in my eyes means nothing to me fantasizing casualties fertilizing life and death plastic Jesus so possessive eternal life, hell I aint seeing I'd get sick of living, sick of breathing I tried proceeding but man I'm leaving crucifix is so deserving I tried believing but I just can't do it can't believe you run your life around a fucking book oh father I hope your happy with what you've done. you've brainwashed children, stole their souls. just think how many minds you took. I will smoke, I will drink I don't even need to think I'll be elite and I will strife with no god to control my life peace and love, no such thing god criticizes everything Plastic Jesus, so possessive Plastic Jesus, so possessive "Please give to the poor", in other words "The church needs new curtains". if you could think for one split second after you die, that there is no heaven, no salvation, and no fairy tale after death, you would regret basing you entire life around a fucking book. |